Good morning!
It’s Sunday. Even though there’s no hunting today, we still donned our blaze orange hats and vests before lacing our shoes and heading out for this morning’s walk.
We went up and across and down, we veered to the left, we turned to the right, and with a few more jig-jags through the woods and along the shoreline we found ourselves here, on our favorite point overlooking the bay.
Our tranquility was interrupted by waves from an unseen, unheard boat. How far have they traveled across the water to find us?
“All is change; all yields its place and goes.”
—Euripides
Onwards,
Clara
