Nova Scotia Cove

When we discovered the cove it was as if everything made sense. We had camped on a point of land not too far away when in the middle of the night the wind piked up and blew in a storm. Wind and rain pelted our tent until the pegs let go from the saturated ground and forced us to take the tent down.

 It is hard to imagine that ideas would come together, merging in front of our eyes into a common entity and then as quick as a wink be gone. But there it was. What it was, I'm not sure. I did feel as if a painted response was in order and set to work.