end of day #ChesBay
A quiet Sunday in Bozman – french toast, a walk, a drive to Easton. Went to the dock at end of day and saw two pieces of ice left, about the size of car hoods, floating, looking thin and dipping down with fringed edges. An owl howled. Facing northwest, Harris Cove shone with the day’s last light on flat, silent water. Behind me, the marsh felt alive.