Seemed to me I spent too much time in the float house but it was so relaxing and such a peaceful time to watch the ocean storms without getting ratcheted about, the pontoons are that secure, and the place reminded me of Mom without Dad, a good thing actually. But I was feeling a bit grey in my mind, a low mood.
I was stirring a pot of chowder, when a knock came on the door. It was the time of day that photographers don"t much like, sun high in a cloudless sky, not the golden hour at all, but a time of day I really loved. I was sure tired of the rain and sleet.
The sun is my friend and it was March, almost spring, when I opened the door and a stranger stood there.
He flashed a badge and asked if he could come in. Don"t let him in.
Don"t let him in.He"ll kill you, dummy. Look at that, he
