We are getting ready to close our crazy little island cottage next week. That means taking down food and supplies we won't need, doing a few last loads of laundry, and tidying up. And as I put out a clean hand towel my throat tightened. I will miss this place terribly over the winter. But then I wondered, will it miss us, too? Will this towel cry "where are my funny humans" as it descends inexorably towards deep freeze? Call me weird (believe me, it's been done) but that thought struck me as awfully sad.