I woke very early on Sunday morning, at Fire Island. It's tough for me to sleep well there. The beds creak when you breathe and I'm a feisty, floppy snoozer. I inadvertently kick up quite the cacophony, especially if relegated to the swaying upper bunk.
Amy had left the night before. Careful not to disturb my roommates (any more than I already had, with my vigorous sleeping), I gathered my things and ventured into the sleepy silence of the town of Ocean Beach.
I ordered a breakfast sandwich from Whitney's Market ~ eggs, turkey and cheddar on a very soft roll.
It was huge, but I ate the whole thing, sitting on a bench by the pier, listening to the gentle lap of the waves and an occasional bird call.
Not many people were out enjoying the morning.
I think I like Fire Island better that way. Sleepy. Deserted.