Monday. Sun is shining, air is crisp, sky a beautifully-calm blue. The bay is still and reflecting the sky. Not a ripple except for when a cormorant dives. The water is back where it belongs, apart from one or two roadside puddles.
It's like nature has put her innocent face on, and is saying, "What? Me? No, I didn't do that, it wasn't me!"
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