by beeprint

 while we were in vermont we stayed at camp (read smallish non-winterized house on a lake). it was perfect. our bedroom window looked out over lake champlain. we went to sleep every night to the sound of soft lake waves lapping and woke up while  morning thunder rolled in. now that we are back in the land of haboob’s and constant highs in the triple digits,  i am really missing that window and the lake it looked out over.
sigh. someday we will live where water occurs naturally.