The harbor isn’t quite frozen over,
but there’s ice.
David and I went down to see:
Food for the birds along the path
A gull and a pair of mallards next to the
Monomoy fresh water drain, clear of ice.
My arctic explorer.
The only boat to be seen is Blair Perkin’s
Shearwater Excursions catamaran.
The ice forms, then cracks as the waves roll in.
A ‘gull sweep’ at the end of a pier,
meant to keep the gulls from landing;
the pier is still littered with the shells they drop
and break to get at the meat.
Underneath is all clean.
Is that the door into summer?