There is a place I'm dreaming of.
At the end of this dock.
A place where the sun sets. Quietly, but with maximum impact.
And the moon rises. Silently, but with a beauty that steals your breath a little. And reminds you of the thing you already knew. I'm small. Very, very small.
This is a place where no one can find you. Unless you want them to. Family, best friends, birds, oysters, fish, Bobs and Bobalinas: Yes. Telephone sales hasslers, time/money/happiness suckers, uncertain workplaces, CNN and Fox News: No.
We could just hop on here and sail away, couldn't we? Why not?
We'd have everything we need. Room and board. Sky and sea.
We could eat these for dinner every night.
Or these.
I even have children and a FisherMan who are good at catching these. I'll bait all the hooks, promise. The bounty of the waters would feed us. The bounty of our hearts would nourish us. We'd be set. At least for a little while. And if we needed some Land R&R, a little cee-vah-lized company?
It's all good.
We could eat these for dinner every night.
Or these.I even have children and a FisherMan who are good at catching these. I'll bait all the hooks, promise. The bounty of the waters would feed us. The bounty of our hearts would nourish us. We'd be set. At least for a little while. And if we needed some Land R&R, a little cee-vah-lized company?
It's all good.
But I'd want to get back to this. ASAP. Road trip? Anyone? Anyone?
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