Crisp. Sunny. Autumn. Blue skies, puffy white clouds. Light breeze. Hearing the rustling of white pine needles in the wind. Clear lake. Light waves. Loons calling. Canoe turned over on shore. Small fire going with skillet on it. Tent behind me. Sitting on bedrock, looking out over the lake. Not a single person within miles. Sipping my coffee. Got carried away.