Monday, August 16
are the details, the little things.
stop, breathe, live the moment as if it were eternal. The ancestral
light of the fire of sunset colors everything.
The smell of wood, meat, algae.
feet in the sand damp, cold night wind that pushes you on the heat and smoke from the fire.
The crackling firewood, chatter, laughter, music which is struggling to wriggle out of a radio that will not tune.
taste of beer and salt.
are the details, the little things.
Enjoy the journey, to love yourself with all this wonderful adventure.
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