The highlight of the week was a surreal morning walk on Lover's Key. (I'll devote an entire post to it later on) I arose at sunrise and after a quick bite, crossed over the bay in viscous fog that dissolved the morning fishing boats into ghostly mirages. At one point, a group of male runners emerged from the mist, singing a military song in unison. Below my toes were hundreds of sand dollars, like a bank robbery gone awry. Eventually, the sun burned away the fog and left the air glowing warm and salty.
The week's low point was discovering my favorite benches - not to be confused with beaches - are now backless. What gives? No more leaning back comfortably while reading a good book on my favorite trail. Grrrrrrrr.
Follow my feet...
Beach maintenance. Afterwards, it looked like a pattern of wavy wiggles.
This osprey can barely fly with such a big payload!
I suppose everyone has their own opinion about what constitutes the perfect view, but for me, if I look out my window and see an osprey fly by with a big fish, life is good. Lately, I see them sail by with long coils of nesting material - or snakes!
Sunset over Fort Myers Beach.
One more week!