You can get used to this

Tonight we went out in the boat. There had been a pretty anti-climactic storm this afternoon that did kill the heat a bit, and the air was just fresh. We went swimming off the boat and the water was perfectly warm, we just slipped in with pleasure rather than icy torture. My mom had packed a picnic dinner- chicken and watermelon. There were loons in the water and the sky was blue, the sun reflected broken in the waves. Stuart asked, "Is this Canada?". My dad laughed and told him it was. Stu said, "I'll adapt."