A pair of loons has been cruising back and forth in front of the cabin this week, diving for fish, making love, or just bobbing in the waves while contemplating their place in the cosmos. One imagines them out there at night, drifting beneath the cold stars, savvy to a mystery the rest of us can only guess at. Surely they know the gods better than we ever will. Sometimes they let out one of their weird ululations. It’s like all of Nature is laughing. It’s like the tremulous voice of some