Finding soltitude in nature is always a priority to me.
This last weekend CainLake was calling my name.
A dark November night storm welcomed me to our cabin with vicious winds, pounding rain and rough waters.
Rain on a tin roof is always my most favorite lullaby, sleep came easily.
I woke to the infamous CainLake mist, water mirroring the reflection of autumn colors and evergreens~morning had broken.
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