Sometime during the second or third day of our vacation on the Key a strange thing began. Less make-up and more sunscreen. The razor and aftershave had not been touch then our closed-toe shoes opened to sandals and bare feet. The designer wardrobe was slowly replaced with tanks and T's. The shift from the blow dryer to sporting a ponytail, the smell of cologne to coconut oil and that driving pace was lulled like the ebb of a tide. Maybe it was the early walks at sunrise or the swaying strolls at sunset that made me realized we had been redefined as a Keyster! Where......