In the treetops to the west of us, a songbird warbles a loud morning tune, sounding gleeful. It is a high tide and a calm, warm morning, and in the strait a tugboat slowly eases south with a load of logs. The sun flirts along the edges of a thinning cloud cover, shining silver to the south, and opening up blue skies to the north. A few small fishing boats are in early pursuit of salmon, drifting with the current.
Posted on: Mon, 09 Sep 2013 15:26:42 +0000
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