An eastern wind blew against my face as I walked on the beach today. My glasses quickly covered with salt spray and I couldn’t see the markers that usually
I see thimbleberries in bloom near the state park. Their white blossoms seem suddenly to appear, as if by magic. When we first moved to the island, a friend
I watch the small seabirds run in the waves at the water’s edge, stopping to dig their beaks in the sand for small bits of food. How ideally suited they