Mayo Cove was all quiet Christmas morning as a leaden sky hung heavy over Douglas firs.
A light rain fell as a winter sun broke through, painting the glassy water of the Lakebay Marina on the Key Peninsula golden for a brief minute.
Not a soul was stirring on Lorenz Road, perhaps all still hunkered inside cozy homes opening presents. Smoke could be seen billowing up from a couple of houses, unhindered by wind. Seagulls called for breakfast. A puddle of rainwater pooling on a hollow next to the house with the white porch.
Alas my dreams of a white Christmas have been dashed. But the spirit of the day sweetly lingers as I spend the morning with my Lovely Bride and the Goofy Goldendoodle.
Good morning Longbranch.