The Quiet Mornings

I am sitting on our back deck. And it's so quiet. Even though our home is only one street off Butler. And even though it's the last Sunday in July, at the height of Tourist Season, and even though it's a balmy 83 degree's outside at 8:13 this morning. There is no one around making noise. No cars. No loud music. Just the sweet morning birds. And a soft ocean breeze. I'm beginning to understand people I've met who work on the Island, and tell me they work two jobs just to live here. I have two jobs, and my husband works overtime. You make sacrifices to keep what you love. It's just so peaceful when you're home...here...on the back deck with the breeze and the birds and the quiet. You come to Tybee Island, you'll understand.