Monday morning (December 23) was one of those special winter times to be alone near the sea, where you can try to find reality by remembering that you’re only one little dot in an immensely grand scene. Thus, we went to Great Cove on that achingly clear and bright Monday morning and gazed beyond the islands in Eggemoggin Reach to the horizon of the open Atlantic.
There was enough of a southwesterly breeze to tickle the water, but not enough to scare it into whitecaps. The light, of course, was winter-low. It gained just the right angle to catch the wind-scattered sea surface and turn it into billions of tiny mirrors, each with a different view.
With apologies the Shakespeare: All that glisters may not be gold – sometimes it’s more valuable than gold. (Brooklin, Maine)