It’s a sunny day in Grand Bruit, Newfoundland. Nothing much is going on. It is early in the morning. No one is on the dock. There is a sailboat and some rowboats in the harbour of this fishing village. There is one snaky road in and out of the village. The road has a bridge over a waterfall. Telephone poles line the shore. I go for a walk. I walk across the bridge. I walk to the fishhouse. I go inside and sit down. When I come out, I got to the pier and I take a picture. It is so nice that I go swimming. I go down to the waterfall and I watch. I watch it for hours. It looks so peaceful and quiet, a good place to think. So I have a picnic there. I take off my shoes and socks. I stay there until 10:00 p.m. I have had a good day. I go home and I am so tired I go right to bed. Tomorrow, I will go back and sit down and watch the sailboats and the rowboats for a while. Then I will walk around.
Grand Bruit in Newfoundland is a nice place to visit and to think.
I didn’t feel too good when I got up today; I was in lots of pain. I could hardly walk to the bathroom. My wife asked me what was wrong. I told her that my legs hurt. She told me to take a shower. She said “maybe you will feel better after”.
I took a shower; I did feel a little bit better. I got dressed and had some breakfast. I was in the living room watching T.V. I looked over to the corner at my guitar, went over and started to play it.
