sometimes you just gotta' row

yes, ’tis relative Einstein

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No doubt there’ll be stuff for woe, tomorrow.

Today, like a storm-surge on a stationary bicycle, a series of waves has formed a six-foot wall of thrashing, white-water. It’s suspended a half-mile out on the bay and, as if mounting a defensive line from my shoreline, the wind presses down like a massive boot stomping in the best puddle to splash out its own mini-surges toward it.

Storms and turning tides. I’m at the end of the earth here in more ways than I’d prefer and yet today couldn’t be a better one.

I can stand a bit of rain. Log the fire…me and the book are heading for the sofa.


Written by glh

April 17, 2011 at 15:54

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