There are some moments when all things align and everything is perfect. This moment at the harbor is one of them. The sun is on my face. The cool but not cold breeze is blowing from the north. The sounds of Marina and Mac throwing rocks, men welding, decsel engines starting up are filling my ears. The smell is fantastic: the sea, the exhaust, the French fry grease coming from the restaurant that's just opening. Eagles are everywhere. And gulls. Don't forget the gulls.
We wait for Falcom and Aunia to return from their field-trip and then we head out to Anchorage. The girls are having as great of a time as I am and I realize that this is the beginning of a terrific weekend.
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