How lucky we are, never to worry about moisture coming from the air. It makes me grieve for the parched areas of the world, like Ethiopia, where the women are braver than mountains.
Everyone has a poem within; let it out. My wife & I enjoy traversing back roads where outposts like Portuguese Cove, where history, family life and the smell of adventure abounds.
Imagine the morning mist, slowly evaporating from the lake near your tent, water shushing against your canoe, the cry of early loons, spiderwebs crystallized on trees. Imagine.
