The day is drawing to a close. The sun is setting. The sky looks beautiful with streaks of purple, orange, and blue-gray. The crescent moon is high.
The baby osprey that live in a large nest at the end of our dock are busy as they practice flapping their wings. They are getting ready to fly. I hear them make calling sounds to each other.
I sit peacefully on the aft deck with my Kindle reading Of Foreign Build; From Corporate Girl to Sea Gypsy Woman by Jackie Parry. It’s astounding to read about this adventurous couple sailing the world in a 30-foot boat! Makes my life on Floating Home seem so safe and simple. Jim and I just hug the east coast as we travel aboard a 49’ motor yacht.
While it was in the 90s earlier today, a breeze is blowing, and the temperature is dropping. The humidity continues to make the air feel quite thick.
One powerboat races across the other side of the Bohemia River. A small blue-hulled sailboat gracefully moves across the water taking advantage of the light wind.
I listen to the lapping of the water against the docks. Floating Home gently rocks. It is so relaxing. It’s just one of the many things I enjoy about this lifestyle.
Early this morning the water was calm, smooth as glass. I enjoyed a peaceful paddle down the river in my old blue kayak.
I hear deep muffled voices. There are just a few other boaters at the marina in the middle of the week.
The trees on land are full and green. There has been a lot of rain this summer. Just last night we had quite a thunderstorm. The corn on the farm road that leads to the marina is growing high.
A pontoon boat is pulling into the marina just before it gets too dark.
The American flag flaps in the wind. Under it, a flock of Canadian geese squawks as they peck the ground for food.
I notice the orange glow of safety lights on the power poles. They must have just automatically come on.
A perfect day for the middle of July, as we float on the water.