Sunday, October 30, 2011

Smooth Waters at Sunset

Tonight, after a day of weather that, if bottled and sold, would bear the label of "perfection", I rowed my passengers out on the water during a time when the wind usually picks up.  As if October was offering a final parting gift before November takes over,
the winds were calm and the colors, magnificent.

It was a night so perfect that I felt unworthy to row in such conditions - felt like I was getting away with something with each stroke.

All of the above was completely made-up.
It sucks here in Newport.
If you were thinking about moving here - don't.