Above: Lake Erie, Long Point Provincial Park, end of the day. Photo by Laura.
Last Saturday, Long Point, looking south over Lake Erie’s pond-ripple surf and alien horizon-haze, I sit with Laura in the sun, toes in freshwater sand, suntanning our faces, suntanning our limbs, suntanning our backs and bellies, perspiring in unison, beach books in hand, she reading about magicians, me reading about John Steinbeck putting small sea animals in jars, basically filling up at the last minute on whatever light and heat and outdoor oxygen is left of this summer because I can see the future and I know what the weather is dying to do.
