Evening...

Angel,

The sun is starting to go down in the east. The sky, still blue but the light is pink and the shadows long. It is cooling but dead calm and quiet. The whole of this bay is a sheet of glass. It looks more like a lake than the Atlantic ocean. It feels as though one could paddle a canoe safely over the curve of the earth and arrive unharmed in Ireland - or Scotland, or France. 

From here it is difficult to imagine the hardships that the first settlers of this beautiful and wild land must have endured. This place has a beauty that holds ones imagination and captures ones heart. Our ancestors have at different times made their way to these shores. Families making their way in this new land - raising children - and their children - and their children - down through the generations. Families growing and settling and setting out to find new places to settle. 

It is impossible to imagine all of the paths that might have been taken and not taken that would allow for us to find each other. Our families, once settled here and then scattered to settle further west. We are not from this place, but we both have family here and feel a draw to it. 

One day we will discover this land for ourselves, traveling its hills and valleys, standing on its shores of cliffs and beaches. We will discover the wild and the tame of the place and know why it holds a person once they have been here.

One day we will come.

Just me