Ukelele comforts travelers on momentous trip to beach: The waves wash over me like a song or a dance. The sun fades and I sit inside of that time … the time that belongs to poets or storytellers or musicians of the world. It isn’t light. It isn’t dark. And the day light fades to night shadows. I rise up from the beach with my camera, make my way back to the old beach bicycle and bike back up to the cottage.
|This photo was taken on our last night!|
We had a fabulous trip, and here is the column to prove it! Just click on the above link in the title or the first line, and there is the story.
As always thank you for reading and enjoy!