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.