Sunday was quite nice for an afternoon in November. I stopped at the Jones River Boat Landing and watched the tide leaving boats stranded. This is a quiet spot often overlooked by so many as they rush by to get to Wingaersheek Beach.
A few lines from The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Day after day, day after day
We stuck, nor breath, nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.
Simply Sleepy Jones
C_A_B
