I am frying. In front Greenspond has risen from the dead. I am 8 miles away from it yet its houses look like 'Manhattan Skyscrapers' in a sea of haze. A grounded iceberg has stretched and now looks like the C.N. Tower with a cancerous growth. The heat is playing tricks with me.
Islands unite only to break and shatter into points of land.
Its difficult not only to judge distances, but focus in on objects. The midday sun wobbles and melts all before it, but I can't complain. For once I am stripped and getting more than a 'Newfie Blush'. I wasn't the only one on the water that day. The sea was alive with the sounds of loons and humpback whales - no doubt suffering in the heat like me were continually crying out to each other.