...when the air feels still, like a salty veil blessing all it enshrouds, I notice more the sound of my footsteps than the tidal rhythm punctuated by the two muffled foghorns, and an errant seagull's cry,which seems actually more like a cranky toddler in need of a nap. Days like this move at a different pace, on a separate plane.
**I will be back to post something more current as soon as my new-camera-fog clears. Soon, I hope! Happy Sunday, all!