The June gloom that chills the coast these days burns off here in the hills. By afternoon, the same sun that will roast us come August has done away with all the fog.

Here's the lake at sunset, the air so warm and soft it takes you back to childhood summers.

There are ducks and dragonflies and ripples made by widemouth bass. As the sun set and the air cooled, a loon called. A second later, another one answered.