Low Tide, High Winds

We just finished our breakfast of eggs from home and grits and bacon and we're talking about maybe taking a walk on the east side of the island because the wind is whipping cold still on the bay side. The tide is low and by whatever forces the wind rules, the sand bars have arisen out back.
I have tried and tried to understand how tides work and my brain just can't grasp it properly. I do know that it is a lovely thing to walk on those sandbars with a cup of coffee because all sorts of usually-hidden creatures are revealed but this morning it's way too chilly to even consider it. I mean, maybe if there were the possibility of a mermaid sighting but I'm pretty sure that all of the mermaids are down south, perhaps in the sweet turquoise warmer waters of Mexico.
It is too cold here for mermaids and the wind is so high that the birds are struggling not to fly backwards.

Dog Island.

Well. We may attempt an east side walk or we may just stay inside where it is cozy and warm. Yes. The heater works. We have tons of books and magazines and have already gotten deep into a card game. There are windows galore to see the outside from inside- the tidal flats, the sun making the pine needles gleam as the wind tosses them to and fro, the white sand road leading from here to there and always back to the water.

The house shivers and creaks a bit, I can hear the osprey whistle. It's a little boring, a little exciting, always the same and always changing.

We are on the island which is like a tiny world unto itself.

Good morning from that world.

Love...Ms. Moon