Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Wednesday Morning Beach Report



A cloud of sanderlings in flight.

A cloudless blue sky dropping into a band of fog. 



And unlike the past few mornings, a lone set of footprints following me on the sand.


While the new man in my life has gone back to Indiana to resume his role of caregiver for his father, the love and joy are still here--as wide and deep as the ocean.
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4 comments:

It's a weird way to have a conversation. But go ahead. Then I'll find your blog (if you have one) and comment about something there. We probably won't be talking about the same thing--but I've had conversations like that, haven't you?