A stiff, damp, southwesterly breeze, is pointing the sterns of the boats at me, alone at the end of the fishing pier, save a couple fishermen on the other end. 

The sky is turning pinks and golds again, dotted with gray clouds, shaded pink where they face the rising sun. Thunderheads appear to be building offshore again, but here the sky is blue, with gray clouds around me but not over me. 

I love that the horizon here is almost as large as the horizon when you’re offshore. 

I close my eyes and chant So Hum silently for a few minutes, my face to the dawn. “I Am”.  I need to remember. Then, I say thank you to the powers that be, that I am here, at this place in my life.  That I was given the strength and help I needed to follow this dream. 

I open my eyes. The sky is glowing pink. The flag on the flag pole next to me is clanking as the wind picks up. 

The boat closest to me flies  French flag on its stern, although the U S flag flies on the mast. It was apparently big news in his small town. The name of the boat is supposedly “LOL” though there is no name on its transom. 
People seem to come here and anchor out for a few days at a time.  Why not?  It’s a lovely town, there’s a dinghy dock at the dance hall. 

Just as the sun breaks over the horizon, one of the gray clouds sneaks up behind me and a tropical downpour begins. I wait for a few moments after the first drops fall, to see if it will actually rain. The rain becomes consistent so I make my way back down the pier, getting pretty soaked. But it felt good, refreshing.  As I get into my car, it stops, of course. 

Time to go back home. 

Love and light everyone.