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Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Georgian Bay Redux

Back again.
Same secluded bay. Same calm.
Full moon. Super moon. Blinding through shoreside tree tops.
Fish in a rare feeding frenzy.
Nightingales calling out across the moonlight-infused waters of the bay.
Mother Nature: alive, restless, vibrant.
Sacred place.
Magic.

Morning now.
Turtle, nose just visible above the glassine waterline.
Dawn-mist retreating into oblivion.
Dragonfly at book-side, reading my scribblings.
Granite boulders and ancient pine reimagine themselves in bays-edge reflection.
Sunday morning in Nightingale Bay.
My Church.

Amen.

(pics to follow)