Our friends own this little cabin on a lake. It is a perfect place that does not look perfect at all. The floors all slope towards the lake, the stove works, the oven does not, and the hill behind the cabin is steep. Once you step into the cabin, none of its imperfections matter a bit. It is a joyful, comforting place that behaves like an old friend. The owners treat their cabin as though it belongs to a community. Someone stays a week or a few days; another comes for a day just to get away and have some time, any event worth celebrating takes place at the cabin.
I love to stay overnight, with the promise of morning coffee in my Loon mug, on the deck overlooking the lake. Time slows down, the lake is quiet - I am smiling just thinking about it.
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