This is the time of year that islanders just love. Today the sun is bright and warm, with temperature in the low 70s. Yesterday David, Lachlan, and I went to the beach together. We were surprised by the number of vehicles in the "lifeguard beach" parking area, and even more taken aback when we walked over the boardwalk to see several hundred people in a circle, sitting on lawn chairs or standing up. Then we remembered -- this is the weekend for the annual AA Jamboree. They were taking advantage of our extraordinary weather.
Lachlan immediately removed his shoes and socks, and headed north. David and I ambled along nearby, chatting about life, family, and politics, as Lachlan explored. Eventually, he was ready to go back home (he was getting hungry), so we turned back. It could hardly have been a more pleasant late afternoon. The western sky was an artist's palette of warm pastels as the sun sank below the horizon.
On the way home, at the post office, I chatted with Lachlan as David checked his mail. Lachlan was curious about the time of day. He wondered if it was night, even though it wasn't yet very dark. I explained dusk and twilight. He liked the word "twilight" best. Then I told him the word "crepuscular." He had a grand time trying to say it right, then got laughing so hard as he purposely mommucked the word. We played with the word until we arrived back home.
Our latest "newsletter" is a link to my new web site, Black Squall Books, with information about my forthcoming book, Digging up Uncle Evans, History, Ghost Tales, and Stories from Ocracoke Island, which is expected to be available by mid-November. Click HERE to go directly to the web site to learn more.