We had been here a few days already when I noticed the trees across the bay.

Or, I think it was days, based on when I’d been getting hungry. It’s a bit difficult to tell when the sun doesn’t set.

I — Huh. Has the sun always been that color?

Anyway, the trees. I could see them swaying in the breeze, but yesterday I realized there was none. No breeze, I mean. So what’s making the trees move?

Sam’s been floating on the lake this whole time. I tried to tell him it was weird here, but he looked at me like I was crazy and told me to relax. Meanwhile Dad’s having the time of his life just grilling nonstop. I wonder if he’s noticed that the ice in the cooler isn’t even a little melted. (You’d think it would melt some, even if it hasn’t been that long! But he’s grilled half the meat by now and the ice doesn’t even look wet.)

I suppose I could just relax. I brought my paints, and this place is beautiful, even if the sun is bright lilac.

Nice enough to draw, at least.