The beginnings of warmth after the harsh winter have me pining for Algonquin. Ah to see the sunset on Lake Opeongo and hear the loon call. I long to paddle quietly along the shore. To soak in the serenity and peace. To hear the wind rustle through the trees.
And they say "nostagia isn't what it used to be". This is nostalgia with a capital "N", nostalgia of the first water.
ReplyDeleteYou took me there for a moment. Thank you!