Jack of Harts

The lake country of Northern Minnesota is a special place to grow up in. You can wake up to the sound of silence as the morning twilight spreads across the world. And then you begin to hear it. A loon trills in the distance. A hawk cries. A fish leaps out of the water and splashes back down. Waves lap against the shore. The world wakes up around you, and you can hear it all if you just sit still and listen. There’s nothing like it in all the worlds. Morning on a lake.