It was late when we arrived home last night...there was a pot luck going away party for Charles, a young teacher on the island who will be studying in Oxford, England this summer...ticket taking for Molasses Creek...then riding our bikes home through the darkness on Howard Street.
The night was too beautiful to go inside, so we sat outside on the pizer (front porch). With the moon half full and the sky dripping with diamonds, Philip took out his harmonica for a late night serenade. The music of the tunes and the creak of the old porch swing were the only sounds to be heard on the sleeping island.
A good night for dreamin' on the pizer.