Wednesday opened up clear and windless, then held still all day, an inhale, a pause before exhaling into storm once more. I lucked into a boat ride, high tide bay so glassy as to take my own breath away. Later the sea receded from shore with such speed the harbor entrance rippled from the effect. Extreme highs: extreme lows. Elsewhere the ocean remained slick with stillness, chest-high waves mediocre made stunning in the sunlight. The sun itself made a dramatic exit, wreathing the cloud-heavy horizon in gold, a watercolor sky in its wake.