And could somebody, please, cue the loon?

It was one of those quintessential Canadian end-of-summer things. Tonight is my last night at the lake so I made a point of spending some time tonight sitting down by the water. My dog on my lap, the smell of a campfire, the putt-putt of a boat trolling for pickerel. Nature was kind enough to cooperate with a decent sunset, pretty clouds, the sound of waves lapping gently against the shore, the moon rising, the whole nine yards, really. Except the loon didn't show up.