A Few Days Overlooking Cruz Bay
We're a few days into a stay on the hillside here, in a blue-railed place with a balcony that looks straight out over the water. Across Pillsbury Sound is Cruz Bay on St. John — its main port of entry, the ferries running between there and Red Hook and Charlotte Amalie all day. That's most of what the traffic on the water is: white wakes cutting across the bay every little while, some of them still hanging on the surface long after the boat is gone.
A flamboyant tree is in full bloom just below the rail, orange-red against everything else, and it leans right into the view of the beach. Below that, the red tin roof of the building downhill, palms bending in the wind between us and the sand.
Late in the day we went over to the pool, which sits on a deck above the road with Charlotte Amalie's harbor showing through the trees behind it. Kids in the water with a yellow pineapple float, chairs pulled around the edge, towels on everything. Back on the balcony after, two Adirondack chairs and the same wakes still crossing the bay.