The sky and the waves were both the color of mussel shells...pashmina fog and salted raindrops cover the maine coastline as morning finds its way. Beachcombers wrap hands round coffee cups and measure their footsteps. It was a morning for warm doughnuts and destination-be-damned drives and for slowing down to watch birds dance on the seawall; to watch fisherman casting lines, zen like and aimless, with ballerina grace. Beach roses and sea trumpet bloom windswept. Worth waking up for....

sending peace.