The heat was unbearable, and the setting of the sun brought no relief. It was late, and I couldn't sleep; the air in the cottage was still and stifling. Leaving the comfort, or rather discomfort, of my bed, I padded to the patio looking for the slightest breeze for relief. No such luck. I was hot, sweaty, and irritable. The reflection of the rising moon danced on the water of the lake. The light cast long shadows through...