Quiet... for now.

Today is just one of those days. Beautiful and calm, as close to perfection as you can get here. There are blue skies over head, clear water down below and dry comfy moss surrounding on the hillsides. The float plane just arrived to drop off someone or something and is now heading out to take off into the wind. The trees are lightly rustling and you can hear the robins pestering the barn owl down the boardwalk. You don't need to go into to work today, heck, you don't even need to go into town! Just a relaxing day inhaling the mingled perfumes of salty sea air and warm mossy forest. Maybe you'll make yourself some herbal tea before the generator turns off and you are left with peaceful silence and limited power. Maybe do some yoga or pilates before you take that cat-nap on the window bench. You could even go sit on the porch and soak up that vitamin D producing goodness. Yep, just another day in paradise with nothing to do. At least, that's what your better judgement tells you in a desperate attempt to preserve your sanity and physical well being.

You see, my brother is almost eighteen. It's his day off too. He's not the kind of guy to sit still when there is a world outside, and I am the kind of girl who has learned that it is ok to just rest sometimes. Fishing seems to be the one activity that is always enjoyable solo, but he wont go fishing with out a license and he's an American citizen so a fishing licence would cost him just over a hundred dollars. (We have decided that he looks too male to pass for female Canadian citizen me.) He wants to do something. We've listened to music, invented lunch, bathed, and resorted to watching people out the window with the binoculars. It is one thirty and so far my better judgement is pleased. But the sun doesn't go down until nine...



"Lets do something!" he says. Famous last words.