Waiting for Typhoon Mangkhut.

It's an uneasy time, waiting for a big hurricane.  The light is different, wonderful, strange, and the calm is punctuated with sudden gusts that don't seem to fit all the other tranquility. Disquiet comes slowly to the sea, swell, whitecaps eventually.

Holly joining me for coffee in the early morning light.

Ange on her way out - conversations about lists of things to do to.  If it sticks to it's current track,
the wind will come directly off the sea onto our balcony.

By the late afternoon (after watching the Bok win against the All Blacks :-) in New Zealand nogal)
the clouds are starting to build and move across the sky.  Everything that can go from the patio has,
the outdoor sofa will be last to go in.