The morning came in quiet…
fog still sitting low over the water.
Puffin was already up at the lighthouse,
looking out past where the sea meets the sky.
Down along the dock—
thump… thunk… thump… thunk…
Seagull had started something again.
Nobody knew what he called it…
but he seemed proud of it.
Squirrel didn’t look up from the store.
“Might need that later…”
Owl gave a slow blink from the stage.
“Some things take practice…
others don’t.”
Fox passed through without a sound.
Raven had already gone.
By evening, the fog lifted just enough—
and the Cove settled into itself again.
Like it always does.