Things are not as they seem. Night herons, for example, are beautiful birds. But they make lousy neighbors. If they move into the live oaks in front of your house, it might seem like a miracle, but it’s not exactly cause for celebration. They will poop a lot – mostly seafood – and shriek loudly at inconvenient hours.
It’s things like these and many more that one gets to learn on the Island. It was, as usual, interesting to return. The heat today was oppressive even there, but it gave in to a nice breeze in the evening when my friend and I walked on our favorite beach.
I thought a lot about the book I’m writing. I talked about it to my friend. Ideas are actually coming full circle and this feels good. Also, I’m tired. Walking the beach does that. I should sleep well tonight.
