When I left my room, I could smell coffee.Outside, Bray was stoking up the fire and lifting a pot from the grate we used as a stovetop. “Ready for a cup?”My eyes closed and I pulled the morning into my being. The sun rose slowly off to the side of the lagoon, but the beach remained cool. A hint of fog lay around like a transparent blanket, making everything dreamlike. I took the coconut shell from Bray and lifted it to my lips. He’d made this one specifically for coffee by only whacking off the top quarter of it and hollowing out the meat. No easy task, but it was that or drink coffee from a small saucepan — which would have been fine with me, but he said this would seem more normal. The only problem with the coconut was that you couldn’t really set it down. But I had to admit, coffee tasted great in it. Rich, kind of nutty.After a long swallow I said, “I wrote a story this morning.”A slow smile formed, and he pointed to the swing. “Tell me about it.”We sat and he instantly set the swing in motion.
