Campobello In November

A little chill is in the air, as I am looking across the dry brown gras along Herring Cove Beach. But the sun is out and warming just enough for me not to shiver. Besides, I am wearing a thick jacket. From where I stand, the dark blue sea is just visible above the brown grass. Except for the lapping waves along the beach, no other sound disturbs the peace of this Thanksgiving Day. And like the first American settlers gave thanks about their arrival in the new land, I am thankful for finding this paradise, called Campobello Island.