Morning-mid day on a on a island.
That part of life with housing and rents, with morning paper, brunch, toothpaste on your cloths, sleepy half closed-half opened eyes and a brand new day.
To wake up in the morning and see the Ocean around you. Take a loaf of bread, butter it up, drink you tea, put on your sunshades and mind your own business as an island person, walking around the street among all the other island people.
I think people who live next to the Ocean are different.
They have to be to be able to grasp from one look the long horizon line, all the 360 degree without blinking once, with the silence of a blooming magnolia.
Sometimes brunch is where you heart is, eating ripe figs from the trees in the streets.