The first night I ran my fingers over all the objects and furniture in my new house, perhaps to claim them. I laid out the maps and papers on the table to get to know my route in this unfamiliar place. At seven the next morning I was going to get up, put on my wetsuit, and collect the mail bag that had traveled from the main land to the island, carried there by the sea currents. The red flag indicated the designated landing spot -but there were variations. Sometimes I would have to dive in to find the mail in the water. The maps were not very good, so I decided to go with the proposed route that was marked.
I ate energy bars for dinner, and fell asleep easily by the sound of the waves.
