Four days from now, where will I be?

On the top balcony. Can you see me? I'm sitting in the weatherbeaten rocking chair with my bare feet up on the rickety railing. In my right hand is a beer -- no, wait -- a gin and tonic, with a splash of Rose's lime.

I'm facing east; only one other cottage, Endless Love, sits between me and the Atlantic Ocean. When the back of that cottage glows rosy with the sunset, I'll stand -- taking my time -- and turn west to face the sunset over the Pamlico Sound.