Monday, August 19

Canada, V

Waking up in the chill of the morning while the stars are still out, having the car packed up full, the dogs sleepy, the radio quietly on. Mist on the lake, a pillow waiting in the front seat; transfering Cedar warm from his bed into his carseat. The soft blinking lights of the car on the reeds. Starting the drive home. Knowing we'll all have time in the car until then to be talkative or silent, just being with each other. Wondering how the garden has grown, and knowing that when we pull onto our road, we'll roll the windows down and watch the dogs start sniffing home. I love that part about vacation too.