My wife and I came home from Delaware yesterday afternoon with that fresh cool breeze; stopped in Kent Island for a pit stop; the grass shaking dryly and the deep smell of saltwater marshes -- and to utter oaths at rows and rows of boats rocking in their slips.
Crossed the bridge in slow traffic; the water chopped into white horses rampant on a field of sapphire, with that sun glittering south to the ocean and beyond.
I nearly drove off the bridge, trying to watch a gaff schooner reach south near Gibson's Island.
Man, what a day. I hope some of you were out in it.
[ 09-20-2004, 12:25 PM: Message edited by: Seth Wood ]