My balcony here on Hilton Head Island faces north, to the tennis courtyard and warm orange glow of peoples' apartment homes. Loud voices...

The rest of Sunday was lovely; we went to the Selfoss community center, which was swarming with kids and pale-skinned Icelanders...

It's nearing midnight and I'm sitting in the quiet kitchen, jazz on my laptop, water cascading off the roof; I can see boughs of trees...