We had another great day, yesterday, walking trails to more waterfalls and even a lighthouse. We spent the evening watching movies and reading in front of the fire. We even got to see a ship's lights out in the distance on the Lake last night. We've done all we had planned to do while we were up here.
This morning, as the sunrise was mostly obscured by clouds, we're moving pretty slowly. The fire actually started on the first(-ish) try. The waves are making just a little noise on the shore.
But we've watched most of our movies. Christopher has finished reading one of the books he brought--as well as killing off the last of his Diet Coke. I've run out of postcards to write. And the Maple caramels we have left are supposed to be a gift, so we can't simply tuck into them. We'll be leaving in an hour or so, hopping back in the car for the long drive back to reality.
I'm not sure what it is I'm feeling this morning. A sense of peace. A sense of loss. A sense of perspective. A sense of wondering what's ahead. A sense of deja vu.
It's weird, you know, the feeling of packing up at the end of a vacation.
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