Drifting in and out of lazy afternoon sleep watching the wind gently whip the sea. The sun through the southern windows warms the spot on the couch to the perfect temperature of that just shouts naptime. The cushions pull me deeper and my eyes soften. My eyelids grow heavy…

I am fighting sleep. Not very hard, mind you, but I haven’t let the keyboard leave my lap. While a quiet house is a perfect time for a nap, it is also a good time to do some writing. But I am not feeling quite feeling it.

It’s my last day on this island, and I’m sitting with my computer instead of soaking in the beauty of where I am. I’m going to let go of the obligation to produce something and settle in to the opportunity to just be right here. There is a chair at the bottom of the hill on the edge of the water that has my name on it. So I’ll sign off now, and wish you all well and head outside. If the sun is shining where you are, I hope you’ll do the same.