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May 2013
I sit and look over the Basin of Minas
Still waters reflect as fine as an optical mirror
The Cape juts out as the prow of some ancient ship
Eternally pushing its way through the long, slow tides
Acting as a wall separating Fundy from the Valley
It stands silhouetted against dark clouds that may hold rain
A white blanket of fog wraps itself slowly over the Cape
Standing out as bright as clean, white cotton
Molding itself over the land
As a blanket molds itself over a reclining person
Emotions are relaxed by the sight
Calm enters the soul with this view
Eternal beauty for all to see
Overlooked by the many
A sense of belonging envelopes me
Just as the fog envelopes the Cape.

Dan Gray
We have the highest tides in the world here which brings fog as the Bay of Fundy is deep and cold and the summers here can be quite warm.  When you live someplace long enough some sites become normal and you don't see them, the site of a wall of fog rolling of the Cape after 24 years still is a beautiful sight to me.
Dan Gray
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Dan Gray  Nova Scotia
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