TWO LAKES: PLACID AND SARANAC
It was daybreak and I was all alone on the balcony of our cottage by the woods, overlooking the flowing river below.
The cool morning, as evidenced by the heavy mildew on grass and ground, was peaceful and tranquil. Its calmness and silence were only marred by the occasional chilly breeze. At a distance, I spotted a grazing doe and her fawn, while the invisible flock of birds merrily chirped atop tall trees.
Looking up to the heavens, I marveled at the blue sky without a cloud in sight. It was an exceptional made-to-order morning, which industrious farmers pray for, perfectionist painters in search of the ideal lighting for their masterpieces, and many a bride dream for their wedding day.
Intuitively, I knew it was going
