Like most wonderful things, that island feeling can be elusive. Sometimes you’re floating along peacefully, sometimes you’re deep in the doldrums. Especially this time of year, when it’s scorching hot outside and everything is too bright. There’s a serious lack of trees here, a legacy of many storms.
Today the island feeling found me. It takes a while to fully relax, but I could feel myself let go and allow myself to float. Metaphorically and physically too, as in the evening I drove to my favorite empty beach and took a swim in the warm salty water.
There might be a storm lurking in the gulf. But for now it’s too soon to tell what it’ll do, and I’m finding it easier than usual not to worry.