October 2, 2020
I came downstairs this morning to find one of the immature peregrine falcons sitting on a rock in front of the camp. We looked at each other a moment, and then it flew off over the lake.
The weather here has been changeable today. It started with a quiet rain, and then a wall of wind and rain tore across the lake and slammed into the camp with a force that made the windows rattle. An hour later, the sun came out.
The lighting seems strange to me. When I was a kid, we always moved home on Labor Day when the sun was still quite far north. Now the sun is moving south faster every day, and the angle it comes through the windows is all different. Lower, chillier. I begin to feel as though I don't belong here. We will stay a few more weeks, until the cold drives us back inland to a house with insulation.
Camp will keep its vigil on the changing seasons alone with the peregrines.
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