A drastic and not unwelcome change. Today is foggy, rainy, the air pleasantly cool.
Most Mondays are quiet here on the lake--the weekenders have fled, the residents return to their jobs, if they've got them. On a damp day like this, holidaymakers seek indoor pursuits. Scarcely a boat on the lake, and though it's the loon's favourite atmosphere, it's nowhere to be seen. Or heard.
The only other sign of human habitation in our cove is the faint scent of wood smoke from a nearby chimney.
The Chap and I took the girls out earlier, a long, long walk in the mist and mizzle. When we returned, I turned out the kitchen cupboards and sorted them, he packed up whatever he was taking back to the Lodge.
Now it's just me and the (napping) doggies.
The perfect writing day. Solitude and silence.
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