I am out on the boat for a few days. Today has been hot, but the sea breeze and a thunderstorm are now cooling things down. I didn't row to the beach this afternoon because of the heat. This evening I took one of the dogs in the dinghy to shore for a walk, and we watched the skies darken. Eventually, we rowed back to the boat to close the hatches and ports.
I feel renewed once again by being out here on this boat and in this place that provides so much peace. Tomorrow is the anniversary of the fierce Civil War battle that took place on the island. So many slaughtered and left to rot on the beach. Most of those killed were the Massachusetts 54th, a regiment of African American soldiers. But the Battery on the island held, and the Harbor remained under control of the Confederates as did the city. Sherman decided to ravage the capital city instead of coming to the old port city so strongly defended.
So much violence and death to defend a way of life abhorrant to many. I treat this island with much respect. It is hallowed ground. Now there is nothing but the sound of the wind, waves and birds. I feel fortunate to be here.