on the guarding tree next door
so wonderfully cool
the heater kicked on last night
a taste of next week's 'beach weather'
as directions to the house we'll stay
print out next to me
I cannot wait for the rooftop views of morning time next week
the sun and sand and sound and smell
the color
the quiet
the power
the awe
the distant dolphins
the familiar
the longings
who knows what this day holds...
who knows what next week may hold
He alone
spreads out the heavens
and treads
on the waves of the sea
Job 9:8
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"At the beach we forget to count the days." Sign in one of the island shops
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