It's sunrise here in beautiful Airlie Beach. I'm currently having an intense tropical holiday moment, which would be made perfect only by a fresh, hot baguette slathered in butter and coconut preserves, but I'm more than happy with just my cup of tea.
The sky has got some cheesy 1980s Santa Fe furniture colors going on, with little fluffy clouds moving squickly over the hills rising above the lagoons. There are a couple of Jonathan Livingston seagulls flapping about in a very Neil Diamond kind of way, and the Bangalow palms are toing and froing like made down along the marecon. I won't mention the compression brakes because they'll ruin the scene, though.
Dan'll be up in a bit - the alarm is about to go off in the bedroom - and then we'll get ready to head down for the first day of scuba instruction. Can't wait!