I wonder how many times we sang as children, "Farewell to Nova Scotia, its sea bound coasts, with its mountains dark and dreary be." Neither one of us lives in Nova Scotia any more, but we were grown there on rocks, under trees and in rich soil. Sometimes I think I'm still there, on a rocky gray and windy beach in some one's warm hand, and I wonder, if love is a stone's throw away, will I wind up one day, pitched into the boundless ocean?