At about 1 p.m today I walked across the street to paint as usual. It was cloudy and cold. The street was so quiet that the only other sound seemed to be the cheerful voices of the four little girls riding their bikes peddling energetically around the neighbourhood. Everything in front of me seemed to foretell another peaceful and uneventful day on Balmoral Bay. However, in just a matter of few minutes the serene and tranquil moment would end abruptly , and I would stand there witness a rescue and emergency mission unfolding right in front of my eyes.
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