…And now I can put the summer to rest. There is a magnetic pull exerted by this vast, untamed lake and the “Noble Cottage,” our family haven for over fifty years, so when I find a few days of Indian Summer I cannot resist one last visit. Well, the days were warm and sunny last week, but the nights were anything but! Try thirty degrees. I made a quick trip to the Franconia Range for a visit with Anne and Frank Magill, my wonderful sister and brother-in-law, who were celebrating 57 years of marriage, before returning to a three-day-blow on the lake, with ocean-sized waves and water to rival the North Atlantic in winter. No matter. Swimming is what I wanted to do, and I got my fill.
I always love to watch the movement of the sunset from its place directly in front of the cottage in June to its new position way over to the left of our dock in September. And there is a light just before it sets that speaks to me in tones of white and yellow, the mysterious light of impending winter.