One morning in Maine

I woke up before the sun today, both bedroom windows were open and the chilly night air filled the room. I huddled further under the blankets and quilt to get warm. You guessed it, I am not in Virginia, did the chilly air give it away? I am in Maine staying with an old friend (we've known each other a long time but neither of us is old, of course!) who recently bought a home on the water. We brought our kayaks with us, and they sit by the water waiting for us to go for another paddle around the cove. I got up early, 6ish, and walked to the water through the wet grass, ferns sparkling with dewdrops in the morning light. It's a long walk to the water and i hadn't had my meds but I managed to get there and inch my way down the slope to the rocky beach. Fortunately there is a rope tied to a tree that I hang onto and helps with the descent. The tide was still low but not the lowest I've seen it, presumably it was on its way in. The larger rocks were still dry enough to sit upon, I found one in the sun where I could watch the mist rising off of the water. I wished I had worn my long sleeved sweatshirt instead of a sleeveless fleece vest, my hands were freezing. I walked around on the rocks for a bit, did a little Tai Chi and yoga to warm myself up, watched the sea birds getting ready for the day, and searched for shells and rocks to collect. I found a small horseshoe crab shell and a few colorful mussel shells. I saw some seaweed hanging from a tree branch and wondered how it had gotten there. I also wondered if I would be able to walk back up to the house and, if not, whether anyone would notice I was missing and come looking for me anytime soon. No worries, awkward though my strides were, I made it back just fine. The mornings in Maine are delightful.