Winding Down

I walked atop a beaver dam today and ate barbecued moose -- it is every bit as good as people say. We had services in the old church by candlelight and once again, I experienced the power of the Book of Common Prayer. It is August. People are beginning to leave the village for the cities. The swallows are all gone. The teachers are returning. Soon, I, too, will be on my way back to California. I wonder what the last week will hold.