When You Gotta Go

Usually I motor around my stretch of ocean at a contemplative pace, scarcely raising a wake. This is so I can see and hear everything. Feel everything. Be aware of everything. And maybe bag a good photo or two in the process. But when you gotta go, as is said, you gotta go. And the sky behind was telling me I hadda.

27 November 2025
Texas Jim
Prospect Bay, Nova Scotia