I was sitting on the shore of Lower Saranac. It was 2 a.m. Quiet. Real quiet.
Looking out to the island campers
Not a boat or animal stirred. Mist floated on the water.
I was thinking I was so lucky. Part because how many people can say they are a five minute walk from a lake. A lake that fortunately not many people populate. That I didn’t have to wake up the next day and could sit and wait for the Perseid Comets to slash the sky.
And maybe just lucky to know this.