These beaches – the ones in this gap, the ones I visited during my old life, I had to wait to do them because I didn’t need anything extra to make me sad.
Now, however, it’s been so long I am the opposite of sad. I’m really very happy in my life and looking forward to the future. Going back to these beaches is now just sort of a pain in the ass rather than a pain in the heart. I don’t care. It doesn’t hurt to look at the pictures so much as it makes me gaze with wonder at this life of old.
Now it’s a matter of just getting them done – the one’s without notes are difficult because I need to scratch away the barnacles and try to remember something of day.
Here’s what I can recall … it was warm but with something a bit cool…
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