|view from the waves looking back at the sand|
Sometimes there is mystery.
|What the heck is this? Anyone?|
Sometimes the cutest boat in the whole world shows up just across the water.
And sometimes my 90-year-old mother climbs up on the patio wall to hang on the fence and get a better view. After a martini.
Here in Margaritaville, the nights at home are just as beautiful and mysterious as the mornings on the beach, but not quite as relaxing. Nope. Sometimes not relaxing at all.