Foggy Morning

The wind was low, the snow had melted and it was a warmer than usual Sunday morning. A perfect day to stretch unused leg muscles and see what our little neck of the world was up to. We walked a four mile circuit through the orchard, down along side of Wickham's Creek to the marina, turning east, skirting the Peconic Bay on our way to the East Creek inlet. If I'd had my fly rod I'd have been tempted to make a few casts even though no fish could be expected as they had left the creeks for deeper, warmer water in early November. We meandered home by way of Fleets Neck road enjoying every minute of it.