A journey, interrupted —
Whose kayak? Has the owner just arrived, covered their vessel and rushed off for a meeting? lunch? the bathroom? Perhaps the kayak has been there for a while — hours — days –waiting patiently for the owner to appear and make his/her departure? Or for the tide to roll back in? It looks lonely, I think.
Then I notice the two dots at right, one dark blue, the other saffron yellow. Are these perhaps the journeyers? But it’s time for a lobster roll, it’s why we came to Cape Cod, the end of the story will have to remain unwritten —