I had hoped that the rain disappears during the night and dreamed of taking dry laundry from the railing in the morning.

The sun came out a bit right now, the wind got less gusty and I wonder when the next brief drizzle will start.

I decided to do my workout immediately, hoping I can complete it before the next drizzle.

Sometimes I’m just lucky. In the period when the sun was out I could do my workout and my short meditation session. As soon as I was ready, the next cloud was so impolite to push itself in front of sun. Why are clouds so impolite?

Now I’m sitting in the cockpit writing this narration and look towards the southern tip of Taha island and the northern of Raiatea. The weather radar of my eyes see the next brief drizzles approaching. The masts of boats anchoring W of the airport area are fainting already in the rain. Grey masts grey out in the grey of the drizzling rain.

1 min or 2 min until MaRe?

I don’t care. I’ll upload this narration and take my shower with or without drizzle and then make my breakfast.

PS
The upload I have to make inside as the drizzle arrived fast.