I wait all day for 9 p.m. It used to be that 9 p.m. saw me tidying up after one day and getting ready for the next. Now 9 p.m. finds me donning shoes and a jacket for a short hike down the hill and out to the point. Once at the point, I sit on the edge of an old foundation [see OC’s Three Dot Friday Harbor post] left over from the days when the island was a fort. As I sit, I gaze across the water, watch the boats, the birds, the seal and whatever else catches my eye, and I listen to OC practice his trumpet.
While OC plays the day comes to a quiet close. First the sky fades from blue to pink to lavender and back to blue — this time a deep navy hue. The ocean does the same. One-by-one lights lumen the shore across the bay as the town of Friday Harbor settles in for the night.
Soon OC puts his horns away and we walk back up the hill. It is a peaceful time. A time of contentment. The perfect way to end the day.