Owl’s Head in the smoke

Owl’s Head in the smoke

No one else stirs as I creep from my room at the Adirondack Hotel as quietly as possible. I eat a bowl of cereal on the front porch overlooking Long Lake while wisps of dark gray clouds drift beneath a yellow-gray sky. There is no sunrise to see, thanks to Canadian wildfire smoke. A heavy rain fell overnight, cooling the air. The sound of water dripping from the porch roof breaks the early morning silence, along with songbirds singing in the dis…