“I could never stay long enough on the shore; the tang of the untainted, fresh, and free sea air was like a cool, quieting thought.”” –Helen Keller
My favorite Tervis glass.
Do you see a face?
“Ocean is more ancient than the mountains, and freighted with the memories and the dreams of time.” –H.P. Lovecraft
Surprise! I'm posting early again.
I need to vent. The month's lows:
After eight months of hospital ventilators (literally) and record setting deaths to businesses and humans alike, people still don't get it. I've been trying to stay as safe as possible at my Florida digs. Elderly people live at my rental. Even so, there are clueless people that don't wear masks. I'd like to write a revenge fantasy, or Dystopian tale set in a not-so-futuristic world, where people that don't mask-up are arrested for attempted murder. Nuff said.
The month's highs: bird watching from the balcony. Sometimes, I expect their wingtips to strafe the railing of my deck. Ospreys, vultures, Ibis and pelicans soar spirals around my building. If you lived near the airport and planes flew this close, you'd hate it. Here, it's heaven. Other highlights include: Waffle House waffles, Mr. Tequilas, Big Cypress gin, salty sea air and wispy clouds that look like feather dusters. Sunrise. Sunset. The sea. Repeat.
It's not cold.
But it will be soon.
P.S. Do you have time to read 500 words? Then check out my submissions to a fun, monthly writing contest called Furious Fiction. They have curious prompts that need to be followed. Click here!