Or just to walk aimlessly along the beach, or not walk at all but just sit and listen to the water. Drape kelp in odd patterns. Build bonfires from driftwood. Carve the damp, firm sand.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
In my dreams I have two weeks alone by the ocean to write, draw and paint.
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I could live with that.
me too, though two weeks wouldn't be long enough
Wouldn't it be lovely, a vacation by the sea? Maybe someday. At the moment we're in the midst of fall cleaning, precipitated by a mild infestation of fleas - the first time I've ever experienced such a thing, and I've had cats for decades. Oh well. Lots of sweeping, mopping, apple cider vinegar and rosemary, and an excuse to purge the house of the unnecessary items that seem to proliferate in the corners and pile up in drifts on the countertops. At the moment, the living room is the ballast, the bedrooms are clean and spare and lemon-scented, and as soon as I take my morning coffee out to the shed and listen to the birds a bit, maybe paint or carve or rake gravel in odd designs, I'll get right back to work.
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