Winter Light
In the winter the sunset lasts for hours. Finally released from a string of welcome but unending Sunday drop-ins, I headed for the shore as the sun went low to bail Dad’s boat of the latest rain, but then went on and on though the woods, alternately crouching and working with silence in silence, then crashing at speed between branches in the undergrowth - scaring the deer and crows ahead of me.
One of the few times in Maine that you can be warm yet in the woods with no bugs.