This time of night. The mind is a terrible thing to race.

It’s a Bob Dylan night

Take The marsh, to him who enters it in a receptive mood, holds, besides mosquitoes and stagnation, melody, the mystery of unknown waters, and the sweetness of Nature undisturbed by man. -CHARLES WILLIAM BEEBE

All our lives we would dream about heaven
Hadn’t we met somewhere before?
Of course I would still find you down here, the place where I come to deprive myself of useless thoughts, God, money, a beautiful body.
Down here you come to me like a ghost, we dance like angels. And I still miss you like a sunken log misses the rain

My buddy getting some mermaid love while we were out catch some waves.  Never know when or where you will find someone special.—-Alex MacDonald, Halifax ns

Alex Macdonald-Halifax ns

The cure for anything is salt water - sweat, tears, or the sea.  ~Isak Dinesen