Island Pond - Harriman State Park NY

It was time to go. The sun had set, the afterglow was spent.
It was an hour back to the car, and another to drive home.
But it was so comfortable, this 2nd evening of true Spring.

The peepers were peeping.
The birds were lightly chattering while bedding down.
The fish were rising.

The campers across the lake were cooking their catches, evidenced
by the blue-gray smoke gently swirling about their sites,
just far enough from the lake's edge.

Often conditions like this don't align with one's opportunity, but the driving force
is to be there when the concert occurs. And this evening's performance is stellar.

Ahhhhhhh.

Two hours later it was 10pm, and I regrettably could linger no longer.