It's the last full day at the cabin in Lake Champlain. Unlike yesterday's early start to capture the infrequent intersection of sunrise and a choppy lake, today's alarm found me checking my phone, noting the continuing showers, and going to sleep for another hour.
Now, as I sit at Conroy's with Colin, the night's storms are being blown out of sight and we may actually get a nice last day at the lake. Whatever the weather, though, I doubt anything today will shake the knowledge that tomorrow I'll wake up in the same place I have so many times...and then start driving west. It's more than a little scary and I'm already looking forward to returning to Atlanta next weekend after five days of drastic driving. I suppose it's normal that, as I step out onto the high wire in earnest, I find myself sneaking a peek below me, squinting into the darkness beyond the spotlights, trying to confirm that there's a net.
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