September 11, 2009, 1:30pm -- VEIL OF MIST. The far off cliffs become a beautiful range of grays when seen through the mist. Everything is bathed in the restfulness of a rainy afternoon. All the ducks must be napping, I assume. Perfect afternoon for a nap. It's a perfect afternoon to be out on the lake too, gliding along through the light rain. Heavier rain is on the way as I look towards the east. I head for the south shore to look for shelter. The canopy of a cypress tree will be a sufficient umbrella during a downpour. Anchored to one of its many exposed roots, I gaze up through the limbs towards the sky. I feel small underneath something so big. The protection it provides is a wonderful feeling as the pouring rain arrives.