In the 1990s, Ocracoke was the place where I gave up wearing a watch and took up the fine art of sitting on a porch and staring at an oleander bush. I’m a very lucky person this week. I’m at a friend’s house on the island for a week. I hope to write, but if all I do is stare off the porch, the time will be well spent.
Wherever you are today, I hope you will do a little bit of nothing.