This MoB is pretty close to MoB #004 but with some small differences.
The setting: An isolated canoe-in campsite overlooking a tranquil lake. I’m sitting on a large sloping rock and reading a newspaper while the sun gets lower and lower in the sky.
My immediate surroundings are evergreen and still. There is a loon on the lake and we’ve been watching it make its rounds. Everything is illuminated with a warm light that only comes before the sun dips below the horizon. Everything is glowing. The sunset will be magnificent. The sky will be lit up as if there was something worth celebrating. Here’s the thing… there is something worth celebrating.
Why is that so easy to forget?
