The whirl and blur of the holidays are over.
The Christmas Tree was taken Down.
Ornaments and decorations packed away.
We went down to Woods Hole town.
On a very foggy day.
Woods Hole at mid-morning ferry departure times can be very quiet.
The crowds of commuting workers take earlier boats.
There were almost no cars waiting to board to soon-to-depart boat.
So there were ducks.
I don’t remember ducks here before.
But I now suspect they may cruise through frequently, in between ferries, when it’s quiet, to look for crumbs dropped by the many people who pass through here every day.