Tuesday, March 14, 2006
One more time into the breech....
Time to pause and take stock. Time to smell the memory of last summer's roses. Time to pack up the Ford Focus with boxes and bags and coolers and clothes hanging on the door hooks. Time to head out west to the Pacific Ocean beaches for our annual quite long weekend with two other couples. Time to play chef on night three. Time to get those many kites back up into the sky. Time to be the first up every morning and sit at the big window (overlooking the beach and ocean) with coffee and grapefruit juice and the paper and ever so lightly dwell on things present and past.
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Sounds divine, as it does every year as I longingly watch you go...eat well and enjoy that serene quiet when you are the first one up. Take care of Bookworm.
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