The sun drew me down to the harbour in the evening. It was low in the western sky, shining on the wharf and buildings to the east.
Out at the harbour entrance, the sun illuminated one of the octagonal sides of Indian Head Lighthouse.
Within half an hour, as the sun touched the horizon, the east side of the harbour glowed.
Out at the lighthouse, the light began its sentinel duty into the approaching darkness.
Birds resting on the ice, lifted silently and headed inland for the night.
I watched as the blue deepened. Out of the south, a jet, probably out of Halifax, followed its great circle path as it rose above the tranquility.
What did the passengers see of this scene?
An occasional passing car broke the chilled silence as the temperature dropped. The glow was gone and the sky darkened across to the western horizon. Night had fallen.