The Native Iowan

The seas are dead flat. Not a ripple on the surface. The haze in the air has cleared. Savo and the Florida Islands are grey-blue profiles on the horizon.  Sand Fly Island is clearly visible but Isabel is just a speck.

Weather is all round us. To the east-south-east the clouds have built up heavy on the big island (Guadalcanal) and hang threateningly over the coast. You can feel the weight of the water in those clouds. You can tell that as soon as the sun sets and the coastal temps drop, we’ll have downpours all night long.

Off towards Savo I can see a school of tuna. A smallish disruption on the surface punctuated by feeding birds. Makes me want to be out fishing.

Fishing… what is that? Have not been honestly fishing for… well, honestly, 16 months. Man, what a shame.

Small canoes dot the water as far as the eye can see. The sea/ weather has been rough of late. Today is the first reprieve from the wind and waves. So the fisher people are out in force.

Cloud cover is very low. Will mean a cold night. (yea, cold for us islanders… 25 degrees C or about 80 degrees F)

The schooling fish out toward Savo are still up but moving northerly. I can see two dugouts furiously paddling to intercept the schooling fish.

The town is congested. A busy Friday. The day is just about done. Busses clog the roads and back traffic up in both directions.  The day is all but done.

It’s all good. It’s all great.