Up early for my usual walk. A client set for 9:00 a.m., I needed to be back. On the beach I read an e-mail, my client canceling. Now I could go as far and as long as I wanted in this splendid morning of sand and surf and sun and shade against the back of the beach in the coconut trees and the rocks. So, I walked out past the point that I’ve been longing to go since arriving, across the rocks and into the tidal pools, and quite alone in a gorgeous morning. I may have found a new opening line for my poem from last night; a new way in. I took some notes. Then, I stopped to watch the hermit crabs and took a video for the special one: how the hermit crab carries his home, is at home wherever she goes. I found this amazing kapok tree blossom splayed on the canvas of sand. I felt so free and easy and able to linger and explore. No schedule. No rush to return. And I took my time on the long walk back, stopping to swim in the wonderful tidal pools, waist high deep water that form at low tide. The splendor of dozens of sand dollars. My seven mile walk, once I was home. Late afternoon and sunset, we are back at the beach. Frank and some friends having a surfing lesson. I played in the waves. The sky grew creamy with the light going down and the great orange ball fell over the blue horizon. Then, a quick change and off to a delicious home made Italian dinner with our most hospitable dear and also new friends in the nearby casa. A message from my daughter: the Special One said my name when he watched a video I sent. First time.