Even in the Bahamas the evenings were deliciously cool.
It was just February, after all.
After a day spent standing on the bow of a skiff, it felt good to warm my toes in front of a roaring fire and to lift my spirits, like showers of glowing sparks, in the rising drafts of good companionship.
A couple fingers of brown water didn't hurt either.
The fishing life doesn't get much better.