Before even 7:00, I am out, and why not? A broken open half coconut has tumbled out of a wave, holds bubbles of salt. Low and heavy clouds over the shards of shells and me, walking, into a few days left. Now, way up at the lagoon, the sun is golden, just rising. The surfers will be out later riding the surf. I’m alone on the pier with the birds. Counting these waves and hours, beginning to say goodbye.