Last night we parked next to a quiet lake. The water was dead still and as silver as mercury…a reflection of the clouds that hung dark and low above us. But when the sun rose in the morning…it set the trees on fire in a blaze of golden light. A good-bye gift.
The campground is nearly empty and ready to close at the end of the week. I didn’t see another soul when I took an early morning walk. Our little rig looked kind of lonely there all by itself.
All around us people are heading home now…as are we…back to reality…teeth cleaning and tree trimming. But also to loved ones we’ve dearly missed.