Good Times in the Salt Marsh
Sometimes what's simple is plenty. No devices, no team sports, no artifice. No fancy entertainment. We just go down to the salt marsh and play. With whatever is there. A stick. An oddly shaped rock. The mud our boots get stuck in. And it's fresh and it flushes out all the stale air in our soul. And nothing really happens. But it's good.
5 January 2020
Texas Jim
Prospect, Nova Scotia
www.granitecoast.ca