In the mornings I like to walk on a path which was designed just for that purpose. It begins (or ends) just a short distance from my apartment, and borders the ocean for a mile or so. Though I can't see the open ocean from where I live, there are oyster boats working these shallow waters and the air is quite refreshing. I stroll past fishermen--seldom a fisherwoman in sight; women, like the one just noticeable in the picture, tend to be collecting mussels and other bits from the water's rocky edge--and those taking a break from life, content for a while, like me, to be near the peaceful sea.This is the pretty edge of my neighborhood. The other side is more mundane, and I shall save it for another time.
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