Yesterday, as many days are lately, was a picture taking day. As I arrived at the spa I was struck by the absolute silence. I swear I could have shouted *Hello* in a loud voice and I would hear an answering *hello* from Camano Island across Saratoga passage.
The water was almost mirror perfect and the Loons were happily diving for breakfast popping quietly up out of the water with small shiny fish in their beaks which were quickly swallowed, then the Loons dove back down for seconds and thirds leaving ever widening circles on the water's surface.
The sailboat chugged past under motor power, heading out, I am sure, to catch some wind to fill it's sails for a wonderful day of sailing pleasure. I wish I could have been going with them.
Around early afternoon, during a break from my chores, I watched this cute little sailboat taking advantage of the light breeze which had come up, filling it's red white and blue striped sails, blowing it over the ruffled water. The crew sure looked as though they were having a bunch of fun.
It is now very late in the afternoon, and as I glanced out the window of the spa, there was the larger sailboat which had motored by earlier in the day returning from their day out.
It crossed my mind *did they find enough of a breeze where they were headed this morning, what great adventure awaited them, where did they eat their lunch, will they go out again tomorrow?*
I just love this island life, there is so much to see and ponder.