What was it with the moon over this island? It looked a hundred times bigger than it did in the city. Maybe it was the wide open sky, the Milky Way arcing across the ocean, how light pollution from the nearby picturesque capital of Charlottetown didn't touch the stunning expanse of black overhead. I felt kind of exposed actually, much more so than when I was protected by the sheltering walls of buildings around me. The big city was a long way from here but no so my heart, I guess. Poetic. Who, me?
I kind of liked it.
The audible laughter and clinking glass, the crackling of fire set the soundscape for the dancing orange of flames in the distance that lured me onward. I'd left my camera in the car despite myself-the thing felt like it had become part of me the last little while-and the st
