The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun. – Christopher McCandless
Last night was gorgeous, clear skies and calm waters all around us. The lights from the beach establishments reflected beautifully on the strait between the ocean and the bay at the north end of the nature reserve.
And the bay side did not disappoint either. With the lights from the city dressing up its calm waters, the bay looked somewhat more grown-up and sophisticated than the laid back birds’ paradise I’ve often pictured.
Approaching home in the cool night after a walk with Bumble, the lighted palm trees brought a warm feel of the approaching holidays.
That was last night. This morning was a different story. We woke up to an eerie landscape. Only a builder’s crane stuck up from the fog on the beach side of the strait.
Then, gradually, we could see the tallest buildings, the nature reserve and the ocean emerge from the fog.
I was on my second cup of coffee, when the fog finally drifted on to the ocean like a long snake on the water.
As the salt marsh was clearing from the fog, I had to check on Papa Osprey. He was in the nest, perched on his favorite spot enjoying the first rays coming though the fog. But he had no breakfast. I was happy the visibility was rapidly increasing, PO could finally go fishing.
I hope you enjoy your fishing today, wherever it might take you. May your horizons be pleasant and your suns bright.