There is an old John Denver song, "well, my bags are packed and their ready to go..I'm standing here outside your door, already I'm so lonesome I could cry."
Except for me, I have cried...many times this past week. I knew mid-August would come, but I hoped it wouldn't come this soon.
I will miss each part of this summer...showers outside, walks on the beach, gin and tonic on the pizer, lunches in the treehouse, working in the shop, rain and hurricanes, new friends, the scent of cedar...I will miss Philip.
scented cedar trees
salt water mist on my tongue
sand between my toes
whispering breezes
hot, still, humid nights
long shadows at dark
droplets of aqua
hurricane bursts ofwater
tears or ocean spray?
Good bye, sweet summer.
Sunday, August 15, 2004
So, what about Charley?
We were sure it was coming again this time..category 5, winds up to 200 miles per hour...and no one was going to be caught out in the wind this time. Tourists were evacuated, cars put up on high grounds...proclamations were posted in the village. Some folks even boarded up shops and homes. It is quite interesting here with the tourists gone..no trafic..no folks walking on the wrong side of the road..no one taking photos of "us" doing normal household chores, hanging out the laundry??
We had champagne and naps...and he never showed up. Ahhh, just as well, the tourists will be back as I write..the ferrys will bring them and we will serve them.
Now what about Danielle?
We had champagne and naps...and he never showed up. Ahhh, just as well, the tourists will be back as I write..the ferrys will bring them and we will serve them.
Now what about Danielle?
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