From the Terrace

When there’s nothing to do and our friends are out of town; when there’s nothing good on television and the movie theater is closed . . . we sit on our terrace and watch our private show:

There's our basic view . . .

. . . and sailing events . . .

. . . and flocks of seagulls . . .

. . . stand-up paddlers abound . . .

. . . and so do kayakers . . .

. . . there are always tourist schooners . . .

. . . and once there was a cruise ship . . .

. . . and once we saw a strange-looking, glass-bottomed boat . . .

. . . we have helicopters . . .

. . . an occasional sea plane . . .

. . . and a parakitist or two . . .

(This is not the view from our terrace. Just checking to see if you’re still with me.)

. . . we've got fishermen . . .

. . . marathoners . . .

. . . and beach cleaners . . .

. . . sunsets in gold . . .

. . . and sunsets in silver . . .

. . . and fireworks come New Year's Eve.