The town where our city house sits is… small. Not one-red-light small… But everybody-knows-your-business-if-you-leave-the-trash-can-out-too-long small. Most people wouldn’t call it a city house. It’s a quiet little town.A sleepy town.A town where sirens are the exception…not the rule. On warm summer nights,you can hear the crickets. When I say it’s quiet here—can you picture it? … Continue reading There’s Quiet… and Then There’s Lake Quiet →