The Day I Stop Wanting to Look Out Over Open Water

It begins like any other blinding under a cool sun

The day I stop wanting to look out over open water begins like any other—an unusually brilliant morning in November, North Center Lake blinding under a cool sun.

This time of year, the lake bounces so much light into our house that our whole kitchen burns with it. Until the lake skins over with ice, that is. John is making biscuits with mushroom gravy, h…