The warm, early evening air wrapped itself around my bare arms to mingle with my peony scented skin. It would be nice if when I walked by a handsome gentleman he would stop me to say how good I smell letting me know I chose the right fragrance. Yeah that would be nice.

People were scattered here and there as I entered town. More are out then I expected. The cook shop on the corner was firing up the grill for the roasted fish and conch. Alongside the grill were the big pots of soup. I wanted to get soup now because they sell out fast. But again remembered I had no way to heat it up so I had to take my chances of some being there when I’m ready to go in.

No particular place in mind to go this evening, but a cold red stripe would get it off to a great start. Dashed into the convenience store at the gas station, came out with a red stripe, a cranberry wata and a bag of crackers.

In town is not where I wanted to be. Listening to the echo of waves sounds much more appealing.

This is one of the many reasons I love Portland…you can always find a vacant ocean view parking space somewhere close. Even at Folly Point, there’s two stretches of scenic views to opt for. I am drawn to a section closest to mansion ruins where the ground is higher and a strong cross breeze is always circulating. That’s where we went.

Me and my driver step outside the car to take in the view. Gracious it’s so beautiful out here.