Wind and water
It had rained heavily during the night and when I awoke, I had the impression that the boundary between land and sea had been eradicated, but that was just due to the large puddles in the road below my balcony. The wind was blowing so hard that the puddles were corrugated and the tiny flag at the top of the tallest mast could be heard snapping and popping amid the clanking of cables against metal masts. The storm was clearing and I could see that it was going to be a great day.
Port Townsend, Washington, 2017