Misty skies and silvery seas
Thanksgiving just about twilight.
I walked down the narrow lanes in the tiny, antique village that I live in, following the narrow lanes until they brought me out to the misty Atlantic.
The boats are mostly in for the season but Chandler Hovey lighthouse, its green light a beacon to sailors in stormy seas and Children’s Island are both on the horizon.
Someone had left a gourd here on the sea wall or perhaps it had washed up on the little beach.
The skies were grey all thanksgiving day and though everything was wet due to the mist that fell it wasn’t raining whilst I walked.
I love the colour of the Atlantic at this time of year when it can be hard to differentiate between the sky and the sea.
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