I often reflect on the time I spent on the banks of the St. Lawrence River. From late spring to early fall the sky was filled with the sun. The short drive from home would be filled with delight of the pleasure to come. With my lawn chair bag hung on my shoulder, reading book, writing tablet, and pen in hand I headed to my favorite spot. A shaded grassy spot near the boat docks was a distinctive place for me. After I am settled I sit back to observe all that I see, a faint scent of fish permeates the area along with the teasing aroma of the pizza place right behind me. Off in the distance I see what looks like a giant green caterpillar floating on the river. As it floats into closer view I see that the caterpillar is a freight ship with a green engine house, and large round green barrels upon it. Then I hear the seagulls that have circled and come in for a landing in search of food from unsuspecting tourists, followed by the squawks of two of the seagulls fighting over a French fry. The passing of larger boats and freighters cause a wake in the water triggering the water to be thrust upon the docks. The tethered boats are thrown about as horses would be stirred readying for a stampede. I take off my sandals to feel the prickly yet soft grass beneath my feet. Then leaning back I close my eyes, take in the warmth of the sun on my skin. Then all too soon the days become shorter and colder air starts to move in. The buoys will be removed from the water, to allow for potential ice buildup. Soon the locks will be in place closing the shipping lines for another season. Then the passenger boats are taken to dry dock, except for the occasional mail boat delivering parcels and letters to year round inhabited islands. Major tourist's shops and museums close in preparation for the bitter winds and snow to come. However a few places will stay open to cater to the local residents, and surprisingly over night the parking meters disappear. The Coffee Cove Restaurant fills with returning regulars that stayed away during the summer months. Everyone has pulled out the winter gear. Mittens hats or ear muffs are a staple of needed clothing. As the docks and benches begin to be covered with snow and ice all are tucked in for the long winter as my thoughts a pulled to next summer's sun.