Another pre-work paddle. The fog cleared away just in time, and we headed south. As we approached George's Head, the lone figure of a man walked out to the tip of the sandbar. From our perspective, he could have been walking on water. A quiet moment of contemplation perhaps? He looked at something in his hand, and extended the object at arm's length: the familiar profile of a man looking for better cellphone reception.
We took a break on Round Island, and admired a lawn-like expanse of seaweed.
Back in time for work.