I look at the posting of the last entry and it shows afternoon, and yet, this one is now back to the appropriate time. It is almost like being here there is no time, and all is one. The bay is still fluttering from the wake of that one boat. Imagine the wake you leave today. Shimmer in its glow! Now, the journal tells me I can't post because it would be back-dating. I wonder what happened for a moment. I go in and change the time on the last one, so I can post this one. The trimaran is now floating back by. It is like a mower for the bay. Soon more waves will come my way. Okay, time to make coffee and mosey up some food. Not fish, though. I leave that for the birds.