Living on the Bay

Living is the key word. Not dead. Alive to take it all in. My eye's are open to the new day. That's the feeling I wake with each day. New adventure each moment. The players are all on the field. The coaches to the side. It's just you and the world before you. Jump in or just stand there, I jumped. Though, this time it's quiet nice. The view of the Olympic Mountain range in the near distance. Port Townsend across Puget Sound. Useless Bay below our palace. Nothing between. Large and small ships and boats go by all day and night. The Bald Eagle say's good morning at 8AM. The now migrating birds from the Arctic are passing through. Some will even stay the winter with Mary Anne and I. It's about as close as one gets to Paradise. Our benefactor's half way across the world, and will then stay in their warmer home for the Winter. My payment just do some work on the home I now stay in. Stay in and wake to the sunrise over all I have noted. Eat, rest, work, dream, ride the roads, meet the neighbors and take in all this Island has to offer. Island Time is now the time of things. The feeling is so large. I am taken by the vast and deep beauty, soulful embrace. My weak attempt at a photo just not enough. It's just the day. Just another day. Like the day before but not. It's a day I wish you were here. A time to share with those that are close. My luck just tearful. The lottery won, the ticket cashed in.