Patrick C. O'Sullivan

Realized tonight that there is a ceiling fan on the deck.  My beer is now half full.

It’s been quite windy in the Keys for the last few days.  I haven’t been doing as much biking as I planned because of the wind.  At least that’s what I’ve been telling myself.

Today the wind finally died.

I’m sitting on the deck and typing this.  There are tarpon feeding in the canal.  It is quiet and dark, all the tourists are gone, just the occasional splash, a sharp crescent moon, and John Doyle playing softly on the stereo.  I can see the stars.  It’s a balmy 80 degrees (27C) and all of a sudden I’m thinking that I wish there was some wind.

Oh yeah, and my beer’s half empty.  Life is hard.

Looking west from Pigeon Key in the Florida Keys.  Pigeon Key is about three miles from Marathon,  Florida.  It is accessible via the old railroad/highway bridge paralleling the aptly named Seven Mile Bridge.  It’s a brilliant walk, I’ve done it many times, but I tried it on a bicycle this time.  Not recommended.  The bike goes too fast to enjoy the view and the expansion joints on the road surface seem to think they’re supposed to be crossties.  Walk, and wear a hat.