Snapshot

It's cool tonight. Chilly, even...almost fall-like. It's a welcome respite from the recent 90 degree/90% humidity days.

The neighbors had a bonfire on the beach earlier and the smell of woodsmoke drifts through my open windows. For some reason, it reminds me of Tennessee.

Night is firmly entrenched here at the river. The only human-created sounds are the rare tinkle of the wind chimes hanging in a nearby tree and an even-rarer chugachugachuga of a passing barge. An occasional Mallard or Canadian goose murmurs a goodnight to it's fellow paddlers. Tree frogs keep up a steady "chirpchirp...chirpchirp" and small waves plant soft kisses on the pebbled beach.

Gawd, I love it here.

(Oh, and before anyone asks, that's a googled photo.)