Good morning!
It’s Sunday, and the weather is glorious. I’ve brought us down to the water to enjoy a bay that will soon fill with motorboats and sailboats and lobster boats and schooners. Occasionally a mega-yacht will loom into view and scan the shoreline with a dismissive sniff before continuing on its journey towards Bar Harbor while we heave a sigh of relief.
But we have none of that yet. On this beautiful day, it’s just us, the birds, the buoy, and the waves.
“The ocean is a mighty harmonist.”
—William Wordsworth
Onwards,
Clara
