We’re Not Alone

So, it’s no longer dark.
It’s the next morning.
But most of the sounds I described last night are still washing over us.
Only the loon is off somewhere else.
And the sounds of people walking, talking and breakfasting have been added to the mix.
We’re sitting out on the balcony, enjoying it all; hard pressed to find the motivation to leave and head into Acadia - when Fred joins us.
Apparently he’s part of the Welcoming Committee or maybe this is “his” balcony.
Either way, he stayed long enough for me to snap a photograph and was so calm and quiet, I had to fight the urge not to try to reach out and pet him.

A nice start to a good day...