September 8, 2023

Achy with exhaustion. Roamed the village before the others were up, settling in here and there to write, not all that successfully. Bloody Marys at my favorite red neck dives. Finding places out of the coruscating sun. In the afternoon we visited a park on James Island. Have I enjoyed being by the sea? Yes and double yes, but there seems something forced about it, as though my enjoyment were allowable only by quick and furtive glances to the side. 

Watching boys on the beach through my monocular.

The morning of leaving Folly lies but a few hours off.

Gulls and pelicans glide close over the balcony, as though barely able to clear the building.