“Did you hear that loon?” This was Scott, asking yesterday morning around 8:15. We are in our office. Telephones, adding machines, people inquiring at the desk. Action. But yes, I could hear it perfectly, trilling–crying, to be more accurate–across the lake. I had been determined to finish a stack of paperwork before anything else but instead grabbed my iPhone and went flying down the woodchip path through the cool morning air to the main dock. Never saw the loon I hoped to quickly record on my phone, but paused to enjoy the other morning sounds. Coffee cups clinking in the dining room. Ben, raking the beach. Alden, quietly piloting the ski boat to the dock. Other birds (what?) high in the pines.
Such toil, this job of mine.
A couple was ready to go for an early morning ski run. Hop on! Invited Alden. Oh, I couldn’t possibly…well, actually, I could. Ran back for a jacket (totally unneeded) and another camera and off we went.
Thanks, Eric and Lynne, for letting me share a few glorious morning minutes with you.