Remember last night when I mentioned the moon rising over the Atlantic? Tonight I got a picture of it.

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Little of note has happened today, but Bailey Island continues to delight the senses. In the evening I always notice the sound of the waves on the rocky shore. Every morning I open the sliding glass door and smell the sea air. During the day the seagulls screech overhead, the sun warms our little cottage, and a slightly damp sea breeze ventilates.

This cottage has no insulation, so we feel the change of temperature through the day. It reminds me of old Adirondack camps that I’ve visited — creaky floors in the morning, and the outdoors just a thin board away as we sleep. The sensations are a lot like camping, which is probably why we like it.