Saint Augustine Harbor – March 7, 2016, 7:00 a.m.

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Here is the Seven A.M. Harbor Report: There is currently an almost slack, incoming tide with light winds out of the northwest and some cloud cover that will clear later this morning. The water and air temperatures are both at 60 degrees Fahrenheit. Aside from water slapping against hulls and the unpeopled docks and the occasional splash of a fish, the marina is quiet. The sun has cleared the horizon, freshening the starboard sides of the moored sailboats at the harbor’s southern end. Two pelicans land in untroubled waters near the lead schooner there, and one is filled with a sense of peaceful confidence that all is as it should be.

Sunday Hymn

Sunday Hymn

I am grateful for this downpour
That jabbers in the birdbath
And clangs inside the drainpipe
Samba agogô outside my door.

I am grateful for this thunder crashing,
Booming one-two-three-four fast,
And this heaven-cracking lightning,
Dance-floor-strobe-light flashing.

I am grateful for this wife of mine
Ensconced in the couch facing me
Engrossed in fifteen across,
Sanguinary or sanguinity.

I am grateful for this old dog
Who curled up at my feet,
Seeking safety there from the tempest
Then slipping back to sleep.

I am grateful for these Sunday funnies,
My Kindle’s New York Times,
And iced coffee I sip occasionally
On this peacefully stormy Sabbath of mine.