Good morning.
17 July 2025
Every so often—more often than I’d like—my morning writing gets interrupted by a rogue keystroke that wipes the screen clean, erasing my thoughts with no way to bring them back. It makes me wonder if it’s fate nudging me to start fresh with something else. What do you make of that?
Yesterday’s trip to Tybee Island Beach left everyone pretty wiped out. It’s quiet this morning; the family hasn’t started stirring yet, but dawn is breaking, and I can already imagine the house slowly waking—footsteps padding down the hall, the clink of coffee cups, and a cascade of cheerful “good mornings.” Sadly, today is our last full day here before we all go our separate ways. For my wife and me, there’s one more short stop in South Carolina ahead: a visit with our grandson, his wife, and our newest grandchild.
“Quiet is the sanctuary of the soul.” – Lailah Gifty Akita