The salt water is clear to the bottom but the sky is clouded with smoke. In Canada the forests are burning and with wind from

I waited on the moon as dusk spread across the sea, the distant mountains growing dark. Then she rose over forested hills and cast a

Hummingbird wings trill in the warm sun as winter past fades in memory. The green world rises and on this summer morn like eagle with

The day settles into a lazy umber glow as the tide rises to fill the cove. The distant mountains massive and snow capped, remind me