Canals and waterways, boats docked behind houses. Sunset Grill at the Apollo a black and white movie set (except for the sunsets). Squadrons of pelicans cruising in formation without a stir of wing. White egrets, poised, elegant, and ruthless. Scurrying sandpipers. Burrowing owls nesting on a street corner. Stunning sunsets across the Gulf watched in reverent silence from the beach. Gated communities, security guards at the gates. Faux Spanish neo-colonial architecture. Nearly as much Spanish as U.S.-English spoken. Blatant fecundity everywhere almost obscene after the slop end of a five month winter in New Brunswick with snow and ice still knee deep in the woods and in patches like cement beside the road and rivers at sleepless night flood level.