Well, there's a bed. And running water. And this view:
So I'm not complaining. There's actually a tub in the bathroom which seems to have Jacuzzi type jets in it. I'm laying odds of maybe 50% that they work.
Mr. Moon asked the desk clerk if there was an internet password. The lady said, "We don't have internet." Well there you go. No need for no pesky password. We don't need no stinkin' internet. Etc.
It's gray, as you can see but not bitter cold. I took a walk on the beach.
Two pictures. I got my socks wet. I only brought the one pair.
Oh well. I talked to a lady fishing. She knew what she was doing. The whiting are running.
As I walked I thought about all my loves here who may be on an ocean today. Angella down in the islands. Elizabeth and Denise and Beth Coyote and Rebecca on the Pacific. I thought about all of us, linked by words, by heart, by water. I think of all of us, linked by sky.
See that little strip of pink? That's the sun going down.
I'm pretty proud of myself for leaving Lloyd even if it was just to come to an island where I spent three summers to stay in a beat down beach motel where if the walls could talk you'd beg that they wouldn't. I love my husband for bringing me. I know that when he called our neighbor to ask if he'd tend the animals he probably said,"I gotta take my batshit wife to the beach."
Okay. He probably did not really say that but I'm sure he was thinking it which is okay because it's true.
I'm looking at the ocean. It is flat with only a few small breakers that hit the sand with the sighing breath of the planet. I am glad to be here. Even in deep sadness I know I am one of the lucky ones.
Again- trust me.
Love...Ms. Moon, St. George Island, Florida