The cars and trucks that jockey for position on the James Island connector are a stark contrast to the quiet of sailing.
The sailboat rounds the mark and races towards an imaginary start / finish line, while the cars on the bridge race towards the gridlock of Folly Road.
And as the sun dips below the connector just after 7:00, I suddenly realize that the early sunset means less than 12 hours of daylight each day from now until spring. At last Charleston’s dog days of August and September are gone. But with that blessing comes the realization that winter’s chill can’t be far behind.
The traffic eases, the sailboat disappears around the far end of the dock and so does another day of life floating by.