Lapping waves splash playfully against the sides of boats in the harbor. Gently swaying in the constant current.
Flapping wings of a manic duck skipping over the gentle ripples
Seagulls in tandem catching wind currents up then down then up again soaring and swooping as they chuckle to each other
Islands outlined in misty thin layers of low hanging clouds in an otherwise pale blue winter sky. Frosted hilltops surround the bay in tantalizing crisp white layers
Hazy Sunlight filters as the horizon pulls the yellow ball ever toward the edge of the sea and the days lengthen almost imperceptibly a minute at a time
Frosted morning now forgotten as winter pulls hearts toward spring.