Just an Everyday Thing

Rainy morning but....walking back to the wee hoosie in the woods.  Right by the driveway a Veery is singing.

If you have never heard one it is worth a quick search. The song echoes off the cabin and rolls out over the lake rich,  and clean, and poweeful.

Then standing at the porch door, toothbrush in hand, as a loon goggles for minnows right off the dock. He is stark and serious against the hammered metal surface of the rainy lake.....

It would be impossible not to love the woods and waters even on a wet day....and. so I surrender.

Please excuse terrible formatting and all. Learning to do this on my phone, which is not so very elegant.  Thanks. And it is worth chasing tiny keys and missing buttons to sit here writing with a fishing pole in my lap and the waves tugging at the porch pilings...... I just got a nice bite but missed it...prolly cause I was holding the phone