I am sitting in a big cushy chair with my feet up watching the rain come sizzling down on a lake, not ten feet away, surrounded by trees.  There isn’t another house in sight.  My children are playing together or reading.  My dog is asleep under a bench.  I am having as close to a perfect moment as I think I can get.  I am visiting my cousin and her husband at their house in Nova Scotia.  They get to live here.  I am glad they let me visit.  I know I am going to pine when we leave.