Thursday, May 9, 2013

Quiet morning

A foghorn sounds, ferries humming a warning in the distance, and I am transported back to Shaw Island and our time there; the sense of protected isolation, the sweet smell of the cedar trees, the muted cry of the gulls...

The Adventuress glides by, her crisp outlines softened by the fog; I can faintly hear the folks on board talking among themselves.

... it's a moment of great peace, and I wrap the memories around me like a cloak to carry me through the day ahead.

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