It was a perfect day.
I found my favorite rock so far. It has two clear white lines
that come together for a short segment, then continue around.
I saw a seal who I am certain was Brita. She swam in close just outside the run,
bobbed around a bit as I waved.
I pieced together silky segments of Right whales,
cutting the horizon
tails wagging, then back to flat,
black crescents arc so close
the muffled sounds of their spray came to shore.
My picnic driftwood bench aligned with the Race Point Lighthouse.
I got on a drawing roll.
The tide was low and I jumped shy of the bank only once.
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