Northeast Harbor, Mt Desert Island, Maine
Saturday, September 7
Dorian is here. We can feel her.
Fortunate not to meet her head on. On her outskirts.
Even so. Impressive. A fevered serenade. Raucous lullaby.
No one moving. Even the lobster boats are pinned down.
Mother nature surprises. Unpredictable. Despite meteorological efforts.
Tomorrow?
Forecast says sunny. No rain. Winds 8 knots. We’ll see.
For now.
Scampering to check the mooring. Decked out in our foulies.
Catching up on some reading.
Peering out.
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