It is quiet here. You can hear the birds land on the water, the rustle of the grasses on a windy day.The evening song is the song of tree frogs or the wail of coyotes. No traffic hum, no siren wail.

Skies here are big. Storms yield to rainbows. sunsets are subtle and soft or bold and bright. The eagles, storks and ospreys float on the wind currents in a crystal sky.

You taste the salt on your tongue here or travel inland and smell the sweet grasses of the Florida plains. 

It is an open canvas I am ready to paint.