I haven’t had this in a while, this sense, this sound. It has been a long day and I have been on the go since the moment I woke, criss-crossing the island, busy, with appointments and work and so many things to do. When did my life get so full? But now I am pleasantly tired and I am sitting by the water in the quiet nighttime city, a fountain whispering at my back.The moon tonight is full, lovely and large as it rose out over the bay, and now it sits, high and silent, a circle of stark white in an empty black sky. Occasional pinpricks of stars. There is a breeze. And I am glad to be here, glad to be out and walking and alone, as in ones and twos the tourists and the lovers and the runners go by, passing like thought, as on the wrinkled water the boats. And in the distance, chiming the hour, a bell.