From These Shores

of our pond place, I hear a loon call. I echo his. And he mine. We chat until he disappears beneath the surface.

More than five years has passed since we first called this spot ours and dreamed of building a little cabin – a getaway not far from home. Someday... maybe those dreams will be realized. Until then, this big stone waits for its chance to become the front step.

And I wait for my chance to commune with the loons that nest here – regularly – From These Shores.