An early start one morning and I got to watch the moon set over the wilderness.
So much of the perception of the Keys is palms, beaches, sunrises and sailboats.
I find myself seeking solitude these days, and with winter residents gone the hordes of cyclists and joggers and dog walkers and on and on are all Up North, blessed relief.
I can be by myself after a night of 911 calls and mayhem on the police radio.
Not quite alone.
I love seeing the still waters like a giant mirror.
But more often I am looking at the unglamorous end of Rusty as I struggle to keep up.
Fewer photos and more walking is his preference.
