on a sunny afternoon.
Doing what I like to do best,
except this is more civilized than the usual
destinations, but handy.
When I am out skimming the surface of the ocean,
I have no sense of size.
I am just me, in my 17 foot long boat, working hard against the tide and wind,
in awe of the surrounding beauty, listening to the song of the thrush,
the cry of the angry osprey........
......but when I look out over the harbor from the road,
I realize just how small I was against the vast landscape.
During autumn, 1776, Revolutionary giant John Paul Jones
once navigated through this harbor
while on a tour of the coast of Nova Scota
reeking havoc against the British fleet,
and burned the fishery that had been established here.