Leaves lay strewn across the ground. Branches of bordering trees crisscross, reaching this way and that with a mind all their own. The paths through the wilderness ebb and flow with a natural allure. How can you do anything but follow? This is the home of the birds and the bugs, of the deer and the fish and the seals and more. The Island is shared by animals and people alike, and because of that is a place unlike any other.
There’s salt in the air. A single bead of sweat rolls from your forehead down to your lips, sliding past your brow on a predetermined path you were never aware of. It wasn’t the first and isn’t the last. The sun is beating bright and without many clouds to block the heat. The breeze helps, cool and carrying the scent of the ocean. Your knuckles are white from their grip on the fishing pole as something on the other end pulls the line taut. This one is stronger than the last. You smile. Five fish are already tallied up on your list today. What could make for a better weekend than an even dozen?
