And by your third evening here, you absolutely are.
Some nights it's Mallory Square, where the energy is loud and joyful and a little bit theatrical, complete with jugglers and musicians and a crowd that breaks into applause when the sun finally drops.
Other nights it's the quieter water spots, where you stand on a dock with a drink in your hand and watch the colors do their slow, impossible thing.
And the best nights are sometimes the simplest ones. Your own porch. Your own glass. Your own view of the palms turning silhouette against a sky that goes from peach to coral to that perfect deep blue that only happens this far south.
That's the part nobody warns you about.
Celebrate Porch Life