Perfect

It’s dark.
But there is enough light from the moon to see the silhouettes of the islands in the bay.
I can hear the waves lapping gently against the shoreline.
I can hear a bell buoy ringing.
I can hear a what might be a fog horn far in the distance.
And occasionally, just often enough to lift your spirits, I can hear a loon call.

The air is cool and crisp, even this close to the water.
The temperature is in the 40sF (5C), but I can’t bear to close the door and block out the beautiful sounds.

Yes, we’re back in Maine.