The stillness has continued. In the afternoon yesterday, there must have been something very tasty about 10 feet away from the front of the houseboat, because suddenly there were birds everywhere, crying out as they dove and dipped and rose again. There were frigates and terns and laughing gulls and one I'm not sure what it was except fast and aggressive.
It should have, but didn't feel Hitchcockian at all. Maybe it was the brightness of the sky, but all I felt was wonder wrapped in raptness .
This morning, in the absence of watching my curtains blowing, I was grinning before even sitting up to look out the window. What would be out there?
|I just really like the new alcadia from this viewpoint|
|Oh sky and water painters! Well done!|
This isn't out my front or back door, but it's close to the neighborhood.
|Vieques looking clear and bright on a cloud filled day|