The ocean was delightful this morning -- dark green, slightly cool, and chest deep between the outer bar and the sandy beach. Only a few other people were in evidence, far in the distance. Broken shells and seaweed lay at the high tide line. A large hulk of some unfortunate schooner lay exposed near the dunes, its hefty metal spikes and hand-hewn beams silent reminders of the craftsmanship and ingenuity that went into its construction.
Island life is sweet.