Twenty-Seven More Minutes Of Sunshine
I was told this morning that there were twenty-seven more minutes of sunshine today than there was two weeks ago. So, I decided to take advantage of them and set my walk accordingly. I dare say I would find that those minutes are spread between morning and evening, but I chose to walk at dusk. I therefore did not consume all those minutes but did, however, fully use the ones at the setting of the sun.
I followed a murder of crows to the expanse of water known as The Northwest Arm, which is a deep and not so narrow inlet of Halifax harbour. I don't really know if crows enjoy longer bouts of setting sun or less, but I'd guess they also appreciate any indication that winter is passing. There was a flock of seagulls huddled along the shore and two cars in the parking lot. There were still two sailboats moored in the middle of the water - do their hardy owners still take them out? At the Yacht Club on the far shore all the boats were pulled from the water and wrapped under tarpaulin and plastic. A sea of white cocoons.
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About Dale
I owe my life to Hitler, though I never met the man. My father was paid to stop Hitler, so there is no conflict of interest. I was given a thunk on the back o' the head by God when I was fifteen, and within a week began to write. I haven't stopped. My first...
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