I am staring out the window of our temporary 2-month housing here along the bluffs of Pelican Lake. It is drizzling rain this morning, the distant piers and boat docks are here-and-there obscured by remnant clouds, and the lake is finally still and calm after days and days of unrelenting nor’westerly winds. “Nor’westerly”… a word I enjoy hearing and saying almost as much as the word “sycamore”. There are what