On fishbone clouds
and murky-bottomed ponds
It’s Saturday morning and we’re in Downeast Maine. We’ve taken a few more summer vacation days to visit with friends who have a camp on a lake surrounded by woods. They’re brewing the camp coffee for us at 8am and soon we’ll all be drinking it together out on the floating dock, watching the fog rise up off of the water, hoping for otters.
Have a sweet mid-August Saturday morning and as always, thank you for reading! I’ll be back next week.
