These are the muddy banks of the Peticodiac River where, twice a day, the Tidal Bore makes its way in from the Bay of Fundy, and twice a day the river flows to the sea.
The clouds float in and out on the river as well.
On one side of the marsh road is the river, on the other side are fields and cows, with the village in the distance. The moon hints at its presence.
Dusk begins to fall on the lush grasses and wildflowers as we make our way home. There is a certain mellowness in the air. We remember the times we used to walk this road daily with our dog; the days when C still lived here. It's sweet to return to old haunts with fresh eyes.