In a Morning Mist

I grabbed a muffin and a cup of tea and got out early. Not as early as this fishing boat, but still before the mist had burnt off altogether. What a lovely sight. And how pure and invigorating the air. The lapping of the waves against the hull of my own boat was all the music and plenty. So here, from me to you, a valentine, because in some measure every day ought to be valentine's day.

7 May 2024
Texas Jim (dedicated to Barbara, who lost her long-time feline companion Lucy yesterday)
Prospect, Nova Scotia
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