I Returned To My Lake House To Find Construction Underway And My Response Changed Everything

I am sitting on the deck of the lake house with a mug of coffee in my hands and the mist rising off the lake in slow white ribbons. The air is cold and clean and smells like pine and water and the particular mineral sweetness that comes off the shore when the temperature drops overnight. The sunroom is behind me, whole again, the new glass catching continue reading …