so much depends


upon a red wheel barrow


glazed with rain water

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some vicious whispering voice said:



my head rests on the pillows and i look out onto the brilliance of the scene -- the gleaming ocean, the palm trees waving, the dock stretching outward, the sand sparkling, every cliche beach verb and adjective perfectly aligned. and this is where i live.

today was a much needed break from society. i had forgotten how much i love the drive down here, past the line of trees, arms stretching upwards reaching for sky and peace. the sunshine left me in a dizzy spin and the water was a new relief. the boatrides gave my mind a break. the ocean in its perfect existance set my jumbled thoughts to a rest. i kept remembering moments with him, and i wanted them back, and i wondered how strange it is that there will be no more, and then i brought myself into the moment watching the road and the trees and then the ocean and the sunshine and our movement.

i just love this place.