Cool and windy, a dingy yellow light peeked through the overcast at dawn. The north wind is pushing the sound waters to the south, raising the tide in Silver Lake. Sloops anchored sail back and forth on their anchors.
We hear that the rest of the family is on the ferry in Swan Quarter, heading this way soon. Cooking and carving is hours away.
The weather should be clearing tomorrow, but this weather is fine by me.