Saturday, July 8, 2017

North of Great Inagua, South of Acklins Island


There may have been some rough sea in between. Actually, I'm quite sure there was. The days are definitely blurring together now, and the sea states, perhaps oddly. The days are different colors of blue. Sailing up Acklins, near the huge shallow bight (is that the word?) which unifies that curving  stretch of islands, the undersides of the clouds above were what you might call haint blue. At the northern edge of the shallows a green-blue rainbow edged into violet before dropping off into the shimmery cobalt of the deepest water.

(The fruit boat never came.)

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