whippoorwills call and fireflies blink back at the boats and little crabs scuttle around our tent while we sleep
floating sideways in blue-green goodness
sea gulls, ibises, sandpipers, egrets, blue herron, pelicans, and plovers

sailing on the sound at sunset and later drinking in fine music at a dive by the water
walking home under a blue moon with laughter and music winding around the roads behind us and invisible bicycles passing without a sound.

sleeping above lilies and jasmine and roses climbing everywhere in the morning sun
Watching the moon rise over the atlantic and chasing tiny crabs along the beach
seeing the swirly twirl light waving hello from Hatteras
fresh shrimp and blue fish and tuna

tea roses and tiger lilies in ale bottles and homemade pumpkin muffins under the shade of live oaks and cedar trees
shelling and salt spray and sea foam on my toes

coming home through cool drizzly blue mountains
gallery hopping and sushi and the Izzy Cafe
Love and smiles and happiness with my true love and a year in our pocket

The sun was deceiving in it’s promise of warmth as it shone through the windows this morning but I enjoyed waking and my quick walk to see what was popping up from the earth.

“It is the hour to be drunken! To escape being the martyred slaves of time, be
ceaselessly drunk. On wine, on poetry, or on virtue, as you wish.”
Charles Baudelaire

It’s hard to beat two days of surrounding yourself with words, notebooks full of potential, beautiful movies, and a warm kitty snuggled against your legs. I’ll miss my nest tomorrow.

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