We're here. We got here just in time to make a martini and walk out to the dock to see that.
The wind is blowing and as we sat on the dock I said, "This'll blow your ya-ya's out.
The lion pool is emerald lit, it is my childhood fantasy come true.
The lions are standing guard at each corner, the bamboo is knocking and squeaking and rustling in the wind.
The appliances are pink.
And so is the bathroom sink.
Even though I live in Florida, I feel like right this moment, I am truly IN Florida.
All the way down here I read "South Moon Under" to Mr. Moon. Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings' first important book. Somehow, I've never read it before. It was perfect.
I feel as if I am home again.