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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.

Quilly is the pseudonym of Charlene L. Amsden, who lives on The Big Island in Hawaii. When she is not hanging out with Amoeba, she is likely teaching or sewing. Or she could be cooking, taking photographs, or even writing. But if she's not doing any of that, she's probably on Facebook or tinkering with her blog.

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  7. Wonderful pictures, you make it sound so peaceful. I am really beginning to miss the quiet of small town/village life.

    Thankyou for sharing more pictures, I loved the ones with the water.

  8. Nessa — serene even!

    Morgan — jealous?

    Mumma — it is gorgeous!

    Doug — OC read me your comment this morning. My immediate question was, “How did he know?” Then I remembered blogging about it. Pft.

    Pauline — so far, I am.

    Bill — thanks to the madness that is Vegas, I had almost forgotten a slower more peaceful way of life existed.

  12. Polona — I have told OC I want to stay here. He says he thinks I’ll change my mind about mid-Novemeber when the sun departs for 6 months, the sky turns gray and starts to weep incessantly and the winds begin to blow.

    Dr. John — amen — believe me, I know I am blessed.

    Brooke — you would love it here. The forest grows right down to the beach. Today we made a trip to the mainland and on the ferry ride back I saw a whole school of harbor porpoises.

  14. Thank you for sharing your contentment with us….I am really and enjoying it and sooooooo happy for you.

    La la as life goes on…..

  18. Morgan — warning: if you allow me to make my own interpretations, I could actually guess correctly.

    Gawpo — thank you. I have a better video pf OC on his horn, but some fool turned the camera sideways. My video editor will right it, but YouTube flips it back over!

    I am very proud of that shot of Mt. Baker — and a couple of other pics I’ve snapped here in Friday Harbor. The Mt. Baker one I have set as my comp’s desktop image. Another one I am very fond of is the pic of OC in the sidebar of our joint blog. He said he thought it was a little grand for the blog. I told him that it didn’t matter. That pic wasn’t about him anyway …. He just shook his head. He is such a patient man.

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