in the prettiest of skys lay back, lay back

[rebelheart3]

Even from inside, through the door to the lanai, I can hear the waves pounding.

At the same time, I'm reading about the slow erosion of the Wexford coast in Colm Tóibín's The Heather Blazing. It's odd to read this here in Hawaii, over 7,000 miles from that place that I miss so much. Here, there is no grey, steely weather or perpetually cold water

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[heerothewizard]

That sounds super zen. :)