It is July... we all know that. Except for the lake and sky. The lake thinks this is October. Abrupt white rimmed waves are churning beneath the clouds. Reflecting that moody sky, the water is cold steel gray. The sky reaches down, with fingers of cool damp air, and catches pedestrians in an uncomfortable grip. Wind tosses long hair away from disappointed faces. Summer at the lake is supposed to be white sails on blue water, brightly clad people on smooth sand, sunlight caressing warm skin.
Resigning myself to this brief spell of Autumn in Summer's midst, I have nestled under some blankets with a text book and a warm mug of coffee. Oh... and my laptop! Wherever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you comfort and contentment!
photo by Aisling, from autumn