A Summer Evening Walk at the Marina

Although Hubby dislikes summer because of its accompanying heat, I often remind him that one of the positive things about summer are the long days when the sun doesn't set until almost 9 p.m. even a month past the summer solstice. It is summer evenings like these that a walk at our town's marina is a particularly refreshing experience.

Looking across the straits, there aren't any barges or ships coming in from the San Francisco Bay this evening. The water is empty, the sky turns orange, and the breezes are cool on our faces...


The hills shelter our little cove on the straits. Ripples aspiring to be waves lap the shoreline, leaving a log of driftwood undisturbed...


Water birds with slender scooping beaks scuttle and dip on hairpin legs grabbing one last bite before the night closes in...


Against the darkening summer sky the golden summer wetland grass rustles as we pass occasionally revealing the flit and flutter of a stealthy bird on the wing...


The sun sets, the shoreline grows dark, the wetlands go to sleep for the night, and we walk back to our waiting car.

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