T and I awoke to a pink dawn on our last island day. "I woke up and saw purple water," she said to me. We don't really mind being awakened early by the sunrise, especially since we can loll back to sleep again if we like (which we usually do). It is a lovely sight to feed the subsequent morning dreams that often come along with island sleeping.
It has been an itinerant August. I've only been home a few scattered days - just enough time to get my Friday columns in, catch up a bit on mail, email, household upkeep, in between trips.
Now, with hurricane Irene on the horizon, we're supposed to travel into the teeth of the storm to move T back into college over the weekend. The best laid plans may go right out the window. Some creative adaptation may be in order.
Safe passage to all readers!