Owe heaps of mails outward...this weekend...must do.
When you are exhausted everything seems quiet...almost as if you are walking about in a bubble, where the sound isn't quite crisp--not muffled, discernable, but as if far away.
Left last evening with the night sky just beginning to come...late dusk, when the sun has it's last impact on water--that final glistening effect where the water mirrors the exact color of the sky a yellow with slight red. Arrived this morning just prior to the sun rising above the hills...somewhat like a Monet painting.
Strange days.