This past Friday was a hot and humid day but strangely enough there was hardly a ripple on the bay. Our island breeze, which ushers us through the heat of summer was noticeably absent. Meanwhile, along the hedgerows, asters added a touch of colour to the burgeoning rusts of autumn.
Overhead, it looked like young geese might have been in training for formation flying which will take them soon to warmer climes. It was a perfect day along the boardwalk.
The bay is always a centre of attention too. Sea and sky, often dramatic partners, were strangely monotone that day and blended into one, except for a dark blue line which divided the lighter blue of sea and sky.
Walking back the way we came, my husband and I faced south towards the Northumberland Strait and the blue line looked to be advancing.
Soon it was just beyond the breakwater, the lighthouse a lonely sentinel between it and us.
On we walked behind some trees along the bay and when we looked again, the blue line was advancing toward shore.
Then we felt it, the breeze from the south which had winged its way across the Strait to the island, kissing the surface of the water as it travelled. The ripples to the shoreline increased with the breeze. By the time we arrived at the car, dark blue had over-taken the bay.
In the stillness of an autumn day, we watched the advancing breeze long before we felt it. It was a welcome arrival.
Do you notice anything unusual about the top group of geese in the second photo?