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I keep my boots pre-tied with a simple over hand knot on the fourth eyelet down for mornings like this. I woke up a little late, slid on my boots and jumped in the truck. I’m not sure how I missed my first alarm, but the sun was already beginning to peek above the horizon.
Curiously watching me head out the door.
Sometimes I get caught up in the day-to-day and assume the moon rests during daylight hours. This AM, she still hangs, watchful, over a quiet Portland.
As a youngster in The County, my family never payed visits to the coast. Vacations came in the form of road trips to Tennessee or were spent in a camper in the backwoods. Now I have an appreciation for all these things.
Sitting down, I kick my boots comfortably up onto a block of granite and rest back, enjoying a coastal sunrise.
The clouds begin to form streaks above the sun. I head for higher ground to watch their formation. They’ll never leave those exact markings again, guaranteed.
I believe this would count as an upstairs deck. It needs a charcoal grill and lawn chair.
The waters are frigidly cold and I spot a surfer crashing a few waves near Portland Head Light as the afternoon settles in. He sends chills down my spine each time he lands in the water. It’s too cold, for me…