A cool rainfall is dropping on the winter season coastline. A singular loon, a few surf scoters, and also a flock of bufflehead bob in the steely-gray water, vanishing every now and then under the waves. This is no day for laying out seabirds. I pull away to the cars and truck and drive to a windy spit of land that separates [& hellip;]
via In Cold Rainfall —– Drawn In
