Midnight sky filled with more stars than we’ve ever seen. Trapped in the city lights and pollution we see only the moon, a few planets, and a handful of stars. Here, we are treated to the vastness our home, this planet, swims within on its journey through the galaxy and universe.
Distant lights dancing in the early morning. Is that a ship? A lighthouse?
Columns of grey clouds hold up the morning sky as the sun appears.
The last sunset layers of long thin grey clouds and the subdued orange and purple.
The sea calms as night descends upon us and we retreat indoors to watch the sunset.
Every 2-seconds the lighthouse in Grand Marais, 7 miles away as the crow flies, passes our view.
We have seen no ships close to shore today. We last saw one 2-days ago.
With more time here, I learn the subtle voice of the sea, the movement of the animals, and the words spoken by the trees.
During the transition of day to night, trees grow taller reaching toward the sky free of shadows they consume the landscape until I become one with the night.
