Silent Sunday...

Quiet rolls in with the thick night air. Hood Canal reflects the mountains thoughts and the trees are standing tall in accounting.

Beneath the surface whales sound and the Octopus drifts along unrolling it's tentacles in search of what is next.

The birds float into their nests and settle in as the Owl hoots to remind us the night in drawing in.

The Lights along the shore blink awake and smoke drifts out as the wood heat melts the chill back.

A frog croaks and a fish jumps with a splash. All is well and awaiting a new dawn.