Picture:
Moss covered rocks 
Absorbed with last night’s rainfall
As the shelter of pines gives way
To a small harbor

A lone sailboat floats on the surface of the water
Its red paint faded and chipped.
Tied to the boat is frayed rope,
 A yellow buoy adorned with algae

Smell:
The gust of salty ocean air
Sticking to your face
The musky scent of a damp fallen log
Already beginning to rot

The scent of pesto on fresh focaccia 
Wrapped in wax paper 
And tucked away in a picnic basket
For later

Feel:
The smooth rocky surface beneath your feet
As you walk towards the dock
The breeze coming from Taunton Bay
Tousles your hair

The sun warms your face
From its position in the sky, you can see it’s not yet ten
Your bathing suit beneath your shorts
Anticipates a plunge into the briny depths

Hear:
The shreeks of gulls
As they fight over a herring
Cicadas buzz 
Looking for summer love
A summer love you have already found
In the pines 
In the bay
In the breeze
On the point
All signs point to Hancock