The night falls, the expectations of life as we know it, the hustle and bustle holds little value. Work and other responsibilities fell away days ago; news, what news, all that is left is the cool sand beneath our feet and the wind in the air. Birds sign off for the night calling out to mates; the sound of the sea amplifies; we are alone again.
The stars give clarity to dreams and aspirations; Boo talks of what inspires ~ all things possible. This moment, this gift, to be here, wondrous.
I lay in my tent with a sense of calmness, closing my eyes, opening my eyes, rolling left rolling right; conscious of my arm and shoulder I seek the perfect sleep position. A commercial for a posterpedic mattresses enters into my psyche. Can't remember where I left those black socks and the havoc they caused, but this I remember? Sleep my pretty sleep...
to be continued...
1 comment:
Does it get any better?!! Love it :)
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