I wish I was here in this picture! It was taken at a camp in
Northern Ontario near Thunder Bay (where I'm from originally). We
say 'camp', not cottage. And in western Canada, I think they say
'cabin'. Linguistic lesson aside, I'd rather be there than here in
the hot and humid Ottawa weather. It hit 46 degrees C with the
Humidex yesterday (115 F)! I like the heat, but it was wierd
walking to work from the car and feeling like you were in New
Orleans.
A fresh lake to dip in, cool sand between your toes, a
bonfire as the sun is setting, loons letting you know they are
there - yes please!
**What's a
moment without a name, you ask? It's moment where your heart
sings, your senses are ignited, you can see, feel, hear, things
that are sacred to you. They come from any of those textural
moments in a life, be it surrounded by wooly coziness in front of a
fire or the heat of the sun on your face. Join me as I celebrate
these moments and textures in our lives, they don't last
long.**