You could hear the wind coming from a great distance, a stampede of rain and fog that rode the surface of the lake, thundering hooves that kicked up a wake of froth as it passed, until it slammed into the shoreline tossing chairs asunder, bending branches double, and startling juncos from their foraging in a chaotic explosion of wings and alarmed chirping. After some initial attempts at sitting outdoors, the weather won out and we settled in for a long afternoon and evening of reading and reflection.