The Day After

 When you are having the 28th of October and you are living in the Maritimes of Canada, you won't expect to have summer temps. Instead you would have night temps near freezing and single digits C as day highs.

But October 28 was indeed a summer day at 23C with warm southerly winds and a general appearance as any good day in August.

But, naturally, it was the last day of such summer weather.

As we woke up the next day, temps had dropped to where they would usually be this time of the year. A cold northern wind blew across the island and made me choose my new winter jacket, before we headed out for a morning walk with Dixie. The beach was completely empty and due to the full moon, with the high water marks almost to the top of the sandy area. However, I discovered deer tracks. What is the reason for deer seeking to the beach? The seaweeds? Or do they lick the salt of the rocks? I don't know, but the tracks were the only sign of life that morning. Well, now I forgot the Cormorants which had placed themselves on top of the poles of the herring weir, some of them spreading their wings to dry the feathers.

Dixie was sniffing up the beach treasures, finding a couple of empty plastic bottles which she, due to her habits, carried along until a suitable spot for burying them in the sand was found. 

When we turned around I was facing the northern breeze and had to zip up my jacket. October had almost come to an end and in just a few days we would be rolling down I-95 towards warmer areas.