Up early to travel. Charlie and I walk in the wetlands. Some ice. A storm coming. Some kind of storm. Bless this river and wetlands and house. All will be well. A day of flying and landing in another climate. Windy and warm, Miami Beach. I take a long walk once I arrive and it grows dark. I go the beach and watch the big cruise liners all lit up. Soft sand. Relief. I am so lifted, my spirits, by the breezy palms and the bluish night sky.