Re: The "Nice Happy" Thread
Before I hit puberty, I could mimic the call of the loon. But my, would my throat be sore afterwards.
There's a sheltered spot for a swim back home north. It's a bay of the Pite, with birch and pine around it. Taking a midnight dip there, on a clear night with the sky beautifully pink to the north and a dark turquoise to the south, then hearing the call of the loon, or the cry of the curlew . . .