We took a nice long walk just before sunset, and when we got back to the cottage and walked out on the dock, this was what we saw. Many, many banks of steel blue clouds (Abraham Lincoln put in a brief appearance. He seems to make the cloud scene quite frequently), and bright golden sunlight. A few pink reflections toward the south and east.
Inside, after vying with Harper briefly for the right to brush Nancy's hair, Steve dropped off for another nap. We enjoyed the fire together, as an extended family, once again missing Dante, who would have been our fire master if he had been here.
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