We are camping out in a work site so appropriately we sat on folding camp chairs last evening, sipping martinis and watching the tide creep toward us through the spartina and the sun lowering beyond live oaks and Spanish moss. It was lovely. Carol estimates that the work is 85-90% complete.
I found it odd to look out at the marina where I kept GANNET for a year and from which I sailed for Panama a year and a half ago. As the tide neared I wanted to feel that it was welcoming me back, but of course water does not know or care. But I do. And I am very glad to be so near water again and to see it every time I look up.
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