It has been one of the most perfect birthdays imaginable from my waking-up swim in the pool to all of the beautiful messages I've gotten, to talking to dear Rebecca on the phone, to kayaking a tiny bit with my husband, to buying a terrible/wonderful picture at a thrift store for $2.50 (it was half off!), to just driving around and seeing what's what, to laughing an awful lot with my husband, to another swim, to pure sweetness and then supper at the Ocean Grill in Vero Beach.
Well. That part was mostly just okay. We ate at a table by the ocean which was perfect but I am DONE with going to any place where mostly rich white people hang out because they are loud and they are rude and they don't seem to understand that they are not the only people in the world but hey! What're you going to do?
Next time I go back there it will be for lunch when there aren't nearly as many people and I'll be able to appreciate it all a lot more.
We're back now in Roseland at the perfect cabana and I went out to the dock in the dark and looked at the flat still river and said good-bye. The lions are quiet, having ceased their spitting for the night.
I can't believe we're going home tomorrow but we are.
All good things and so forth.
It has been wonderful. And I have absolute certainty that no matter what, this river will always hold at least a wisp of my soul in it and that comforts me no end.