Another sunny day -- the rains are scheduled to begin Saturday. Yesterday's temp was 78 degrees, the warmest I've experienced on this island. P. and I sat outside last night at The Clock (pub) and enjoyed an aperitif COMPLETELY RAINCOAT-FREE. Many a time we've hunched at one of the few outdoor tables here sipping our drinks, zipped up to our skulls, desperate for some outside time, silly and shivering.
Turlin Strand, despite the glacial chill of the water, was glorious. I barefooted-it through tidepools, completely unaware of time passing. No watch. No cellphone reception: just the inexorable turn of the planet, a subtle shift in shadows as the afternoon waned. P. dozed on the bank.
And half a dozen little boys, oblivious to anything other than their industry of filling and refilling with sand a convoy of toy trucks. An older man (grandfather?) and teenage boy keeping pace with each other running back and forth just beside the breaking waves. Pinking skin everywhere. Children in wet suits and boogie boards testing the surf.
I didn't want to leave. Ever.