Dolphins roll in and out of the blue ocean, playing as they parallel the shore, punctuating the horizon like commas.
It is amazing to be at rest, in one quiet-place for so long that you fall into rhythm with the sunset, the tides and phases of the moon.
These nights the moon waxes so full that it dusts everything in moonlight: Our decks and the sand down to the ocean look as if they are covered in a silvery-powder of snow. I stepped out on the deck, expecting the cold of snow. But it is no-thing, save the silver-light of the moon: illusion.
Four days after the full-moon, the foreshadowed snow did fall, covering the decks, the dunes and the beach all the way down to the Atlantic rolling in: white. I step out onto the deck to see the moon. Whoa, cold snow, wet and making that soft noise underfoot.
Maybe the foreshadowed promises of computing will be fulfilled in our lifetimes after all.
7:11:06 PM 
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