It is hard to believe that just a couple of days ago I was in floating meditation on these very same waters. Yesterday and this morning I put away bird feeders, chimes, and chairs--anything that could become an unguided missile pointed at a window. We're hours from Earl's arrival in coastal Rhode Island, but the sea is boiling. I joined many of my neighbors down at Warren's Point, where we stood at the top of the hill and watched in awe as the waves swallowed outcroppings that are usually high and dry. You can just see the handrails on the stairs carved out of the cliff to the high dive; Earl is jumping the bluffs. The waves are magnificent--and terrifying. I hope everyone pulls through the pounding safely.