It’s Thursday, and it’s first day of October. This calls for a midweek nature break.
Today we’re sitting at the edge of a dock on Squam Lake in Holderness, New Hampshire.
I have an extra treat for you: After dark, the loons perform their night chorus. When I was there, I couldn’t go to sleep without recording some of it. Tap that little right-pointing triangle at the top of this email if you’d like to listen to 30 seconds of their serenade.
“I pray to the birds because they remind me of what I love rather than what I fear. And at the end of my prayers, they teach me how to listen.”
― Terry Tempest Williams
I’ll see you tomorrow,