We participated in the great American habit of a summer vacation. We stayed in a 1940's cottage situated on a glacial lake which is spring fed by cool crystal water. The mountains which surround us filled the air with the scent of balsam. Constellations filled the dark night sky and the occasional shooting star was used for a summer wish. Traces of daylight remained well past 10:00 P.M. and we captured the the longs days of summer that I recall being endless as a young child.