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The morning has arrived, just like we take for granted every day. The night? Sleep was a bit cold…only due to the rock. The rock felt as though it was ice. We watch the sun rise and hit the oppisite side of our cove. We had bunkered down in the east side of the cove, so the sun rose on our backs and due to the cliffs that were to our backs the sun only shined in our cove when it got up a good distance in the sky. The first sun rays shot over our heads and were warming up the west side of our cove.
The morning we take for granted arrives. The night? On an icy rock, our sleep was cold. We watch the sun rise and hit the opposite side of our cove. Because we had hunkered down on the east side, it rises to our backs, its warmth blocked by the cliffs, shining into our side of the cove only after reaching a good distance in the sky. Its first rays shoot over our heads, bringing warmth to the west side of our cove.
Ok being cold and looking at the cliff to our backs, I’m thinking the sun wouldn’t hit us till noon, when its directly above us, we act like bathing iguanas. We chase the sun moving to the center of the cove. Ahh natures natural heater.
Cold. Looking toward the cliff to our backs, I think the sun won’t warm us until noon when it’s directly overhead. Like bathing iguanas, we chase the sun as it moves to the center of the cove. Ah, nature’s natural heater.
We discover that last night sometime a yacht had joined us in this hidden cove, anchoring in the middle of the night. We didn’t hear it slip in. Keith and I were talking about our new guest most. They most likely were a group of supermodels trying to get way from everything. You know just wanting to have fun, bathing naked, swimming naked, not worrying about poperosices. To their delite that would see us on the shore and invite us to play mark-o-polo with them, think about that one for a while ;). We were make endless plots for your supermodels to play getting so excited we almost were really expecting supermodels to be in the boat now, anything else would be a let down.
We discover a yacht- it must have anchored sometime in the middle of the night- has joined us in our hidden cove. We didn’t hear it slip in. Keith and I speculate about our new guests. Most likely, we want to think, they are a group of supermodels trying to get away from everything. You know, just wanting to have fun, bathing naked, swimming naked, not having to worry about the paparazzi. To their delight, we imagine, they will see us on the shore and invite us to play “Marco Pollo.” We think about that one for a while. We make endless plots of play for our arriving supermodels, getting so excited we truly expect the boat to be filled with beautiful women. Anything else will be a let-down.
Two old men came rowing to shore from the yacht. They were rough, unshaven. Their black and white whiskers made up a scruffy beard on what seemed to be the owner of the boat. His partner cared an empty translucent plastic jug. It looks like a 5 gallon gasoline jug. They acknowledged us by give comfortable hellos with there a bow of the head and a rise of their hand and they continued passed us. They look like they have some appointment to get to.
Two old men row to shore from the yacht. They are rough, unshaven. Black and white whiskers mold a scruffy beard on the face of the man who appears to be the owner of the boat. His partner carries an empty, translucent plastic jug. It looks like a five-gallon gasoline can. They acknowledge us with comfortable hellos, a nod of their heads and a raise of their hands. They continue past us as though they are late for an appointment.