The rain seems to have settled in and the days are a series of water, flowing, falling, ebbing. Six-hour windows of tide in, tide out, water falling from the sky, flowing downriver to the sea, and upriver on the incoming flood tide. The geese and ducks floating by in the rain-soaked air seem to say, “WTF? Are we swimming or flying?”
I will try flying. This year is about defying gravity. Are you ready?
p.s., Thank you for the most generous birthday president.
You’re welcome.
❤️
Now we all need to defy gravity and rise about the noise to set some things on a better course! Vite vite!
Hear! Hear!
Lovely photographs. Your words had me moving with the water, rhythmic and smooth. *sigh* Perhaps a beach trip is in order. Missing you!
Yes!