It’s after 11 and I feel like I should be somewhere. The beach, maybe? Turns out I’ve already been there — to watch the sunrise early this morning. For most of my almost two-hour walk (I always do this — walk so far to one end of the strand that it takes me forever to get back) it was just me and the shorebirds.

And when I returned, a book beckoned. I just now finished it, looked up and noticed the time.

Remember, you’re on “island time,” the inn brochure says. But isn’t “island time” absence of time? Or transcendence of time?

Today, I’ll take either one.