The Island is just bursting at its seams…with new LIFE.

From dawn to dusk the vitality of its truest nature is just palpable.

And as I pedal forth through Fort Wright the orchestra of songbirds announces the new day.

The greens and pinks of eager buds start to crowd and push their way towards bloom then prominent shadow.

Barred owl sounding from just up the hill by Duck Pond echoes in agreement.

By noon whistle time, Muskrat grabs lunch; grazing just across my path.

Wrinkles in Island time appear ever slowly rising out of Oyster Pond-Snapping turtle must have some historic tales to tell me but it’s getting late in this evening.

I coast past the Library, listening to a newcomer Osprey in that neighborhood.

With long dangling branch in talons, it ascends over the treetops and then over church steeples.

The sun itself descends off Race Point Light.

Racing now with dusk I take a shortcut home,

Baby Squirrel is chattering above me- both of us remarking about all of this new LIFE.