Sorry for the silence during the past 10 days. I retreated to rural Western Maine for a break and literally fled New York City in a mad rush.  I arrived at a small cabin on a beautifully clear night and walked directly to the small dock on the moonlit lake to take it all in.  After a few moments and deep breaths of fresh air, I turned to inspect the cottage. I walk in, turn on the lights, and what is the first thing I see?