And tomorrow when the population is halved from 4 to 2, I will begin to refer to our fair habitat as Pillville. Things will be quieter but a lot less fun. No dance parties, no tag team kayaking, no chocolate cake, and the age range will no longer span 9-90.
Well, maybe I ought to make more cake.
But there's no less joy in some ways. Though these people I love won't be within hugging range, the love continues. They're fun and funny and it's a marvel to see how we interact together in small groups or with the complete contingent.
As for me, I'll be back to walking the beach.
This morning, there were hundreds of feather's tangled in the sea weed. And while I now easily recognize the call of terns who have been quite active of late, I have no idea if these feathers belong to them or if those lost feathers signify disaster or a new stage of development.