Cumberland Island, Georgia. October, 1991.

October 1991.

Tonight, as that which always happens when the full moon rises and Blue Grace is anchored, the beauty of the calls from egrets and other marsh birds coupled with the soft winds and sounds of water, gently beating against the hull of Blue Grace, so relaxes and enchants me.

Now, an Owl.

I am alone with my feelings.

It brings me to recall moments summer holidays spent in the country, and again, an owl calls.

The air is fresh, winds cool and not quite brisk. My mother and father used to take me to Vergennes, outside Burlington, Vermont for 3 weeks each summer.

There, the cool breezes would rustle through the pine trees and my father taught me how to throw horseshoes.

This evening, nearly thirty years later, I am sitting alone on the deck of Blue Grace listening to dolphins arch through the water and take a breath off Cumberland Island in Georgia. It is truly an experience which cannot be described, only experienced.