No Super Bowl Here

Prancing in the Yard Bowl

There were plenty of places to watch the Super Bowl here on Culebra, but I wasn't at any of them, for no reason in particular except a desire to sleep early after a long, semi-lazy day. I could hear the whooping and hollering from a number of different parties around and across the bay as I drifted off to NodLand. I hope your team won, and if it didn't, that you had fun anyway!

Super Bowl Revenge was in the form of a rooster, perched somewhere close to my window, crowing off the hours - starting at 1 a.m. and continuing until I threw a rock at his tree sometime around 5 a.m. That was after trying to water blast him a couple of times, unsuccessfully. Throwing rocks in the dark, in the cold (yes, 68 degrees is cold here) works.

Ripe cashew fruit and nut (which has nothing to do with anything except it's beautiful)

There is an elegant boat far out in the bay that was caught in magic light time. I watched it shift in the wind until dark.

And again as morning broke.

It was not as exciting as the Super Bowl, and the blackout lasted a lot longer than it did in New Orleans. Maybe I should get the sound track in case the rooster returns.

Have a majestic Monday. Do something mercurial.