Black Guillemot, Atlantic Puffin, Razorbill

I went to Acadia National Park with sadness in my heart. The atmosphere seemed to reflect my feelings; there was naught but gray and rain for days. But then one evening, the sun broke through the clouds, and in its light the world was filled with color like I could not believe. In the beauty of that evening I could see the alcids of Acadia dancing through my minds eye before me, and finally, like the rain, my sorrow lifted.

c. Christina Baal 2016