Winter morning

Ten thirty on a winter morning is one of my favorite times. The village is quiet, the light us low in the sky and on a day like this everything us relaxes. People are where they intend to be a no one is rushing to and fro. Things grow quiet and still.

At the Causeway this morning the tide is very high, flowing in and out of the lagoon with the breath of the swell. There are ducks lazily floating on the water - mallards and buffleheads - and a faint rushing of the waterfall can be heard upstream. A short loop takes me up to an old Douglas for and back through the Memorial Garden to the Snug where a nice espresso awaits. No rush. Easy island time.