It's a very quiet day here. The lake surface is like mirrored glass, smooth reflecting the gray clouds above and the deep green shadows of the trees around. The leaves are still. The grass is brown and crunchy. All seem to be waiting for the clouds to build higher and the soothing rain to fall from the sky and bring them back to life. In the stillness a robin calls. The first wave of geese have left. The pair of mallard ducks have taken their babies and moved on. In the quiet I find anticipation of good things yet to come.