Here's a short but sweet story about a trip we took last spring to Clearwater Lake, Temagami:

Warm air wafts in pockets around my body: hot and close, then cool and green—air conditioned by the surrounding forest. The air is different here. Softer. I catch it’s sweet, pine-needle scent as it smooths past my skin. The sounds are different too: richer, deeper, quiet but far from silent. Wind hushes through the tops of the trees, waves lap and slap against the smooth rock shore, a hermit thrush punctures the lazy air with her song. The land sighs in contentment.

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read more at:
http://www.watermarkwords.org/2017/04/c ... ater-lake/

Short but wonderfully sweet. Truly you are an artist (who happens to use words instead of paints.) I wish my trip reports could transport me to a time and a place like this does.

Thank you so much rkendall! Very kind words which mean a lot