Suddenly its summer again. The ice is gone, and the lake is once again water – beautiful, inviting, friendly, lapping against the metal pontoons of our houseboat, singing to us all day long. The boats are back on the water and outside our window we see canoes, sailboats, and the occasional float plane, where just days ago it was solid ice. We have dinners on the deck in the warm sunshine and linger over wine. It’s also, once again, that time of year when the sky is spectacular. We see the big fluffy clouds that are only here in the summer, and the air has that crisp and clean look of infinity, once again. The sunsets linger all evening long, and well into the night, eventually dragging itself off to sleep, like a reluctant child on summer holidays. As we near the solstice it only sets for 4 hours; not really night at all, but a prolonged twilight.
The other night I looked out the window as I was going off to bed too, and was struck by the first purple sky I’ve ever seen. I went outside to take a photo. I came back inside, and thought it looked even better, and went outside once again for another shot. This went on several times – back and forth, back and forth, until finally the sky darkened, the light dwindled, and I went to bed too, like a reluctant child on summer holidays.