By Andrew Hind and Maria Da Silva
We sat on the patio leisurely sipping our wine, the glorious sun – so close you feel as though you can reach out and touch it – warming our faces and painting the ripples upon the water a dazzling silver. We watched as loons paddled in the distance, as smoke billowed from the stack of a century-old steamship to halo above, and as gleaming boats full of tanned passengers dressed in t-shirts and shorts gently pulled up alongside the docks. A couple strolled hand-in-hand along the boardwalk ringing the bay, while a lone gentleman sat on a bench on the end of a dock, savoring the tranquility of the setting…