All boats remain on their moorings this morning, pitching, riding the waves.  Rolling down his truck window, Wally slows to greet us, ‘Ya, she’s a blowin’ this mornin!’ 

The café will be crowded and cozy; a chance to catch up with friends.  The docks will be empty this afternoon; a chance to catch up on chores.  The wind will be gusting, the waters churning; a chance for drifting branches to be sculpted and refined.