A perfect summer day finally arrived in Nova Scotia today — a day of brilliant sun . . . clear, teasing breezes that blew away the memory of the past weeks’ horrid humidity . . . and temperatures that barely flirted with the 70’s. Perfect, in my books, and in my neck of the woods, at least.
The day has given way to the first evening I’ve felt like sitting on the balcony and just . . . looking. Admiring — the way the moon rose above the line of trees at the edge of the property, like a huge helium balloon, released from its tether . . . at the play of silver light on the underside of the clouds . . . at the first star that appeared as a miniscule blink of light on a sapphire canvas. Oh, the wishes I made.
With Matt Alber’s inspiring voice floating on the cool, night air, I could close my eyes and believe anything is true. And these things I came to know. That Matt Alber is amazing . . . that coffee flavoured Bailey’s keeps hot coffee, hotter . . . that I’d smoke a cigar if I had one, just for effect . . . that I’m glad I didn’t . . . that the harbour in Chester (above) on our beautiful south shore is nothing short of Paradise . . . that the fragrance of recently cut grass is intoxicating . . . that candlelight is just as mesmerizing outside, as in . . . that I wish I were sleeping under the ever-watchful stars tonight . . . because they winked at me. But it is enough to fall asleep with moonbeams tumbling through an open window.
Oh yes, a perfect summer day.