As promised, the hurricane took with it the oppressive heat and humidity.  I got in my car yesterday at 5pm and it said 102 degrees. This morning it is a cool 75, with a light northereasterly breeze. The sky is clear, except for a few high clouds, which at the moment, are glowing pink and gold. 

There are new boats in the harbor now. Everyone says the winter people will be arriving in droves this month. Apparently some of them come by boat. 

This is the kind of morning that waking up on a boat is heaven. Rocking gently on the tide, the sea calm. Quietude, no noise except the seabirds, and crows (again). Three pelicans fly low across the water, looking for their breakfast. The boats are at anchor, dinghies astern, which is a sign people are aboard. When that was my life, to wake up on the water, I loved this time of day, a hot cup of coffee, watching the world awaken from the sea. 

There is a fisher woman on the end of the pier this morning with me and the crows. I passed a fisherman on the pier, a regular, who is there every morning. And one more man, sitting on a bench, singing quietly to himself. Now the man fisherman joins the woman, and they talk, and are apparently a couple. Their voices carry to where I’m sitting. But not loud enough for me to inadvertently eavesdrop, thankfully. 

I like it better when I have this place to myself.  That’s a selfish thought this morning, I realize. There are many people wanting to take in this beautiful day from the very start. 

The sun is up now. I’ll be going over to my sisters island home today to do laundry and hang out by her pool while it gets done. My friends may come too. At least one of them.  It will be a nice relaxing day. 

Time to head back. Feeling blessed. 

Love and light, everyone.