Sometimes, yes, it's about the wood stove. Every summer so far we've had one weekend so cold and rainy the only way you can tell it's not late autumn is that the leaves outside are all still green. And on those weekends: wow. The smell of a safely controlled wood fire is a wonderful thing - almost as wonderful as the feeling of Not Freezing.
But mostly: it's about the water.
The way the shoreline repeats itself in reflection,
The way a canoe tricks you into thinking it's resting on glass,
The way the sky tricks you into thinking it's under your feet,
|Yep, that's actually lake - it's only reflecting the sky|
See you next summer, lake - oh, and you too, cottage. Take care of yourselves till we meet again.