Day begins with sitting up on bed’s edge, pausing to claim balance before standing, throwing open the curtain that keeps out the night’s lights — including ship anchored in the far channel several days now, 555x84 Combi-Dock fully lighted all night long,
glass of hot honey-lemon water, sit facing 195° toward Courtney Point and the Pass, type without thinking while Linda sits facing 30° watching weather and news on the TV behind me.
On the walk yesterday, astonished at how fast Holy Pavilion is going up at HNES, and how big it is. What a great idea and what an asset to the school. Will there be basketball hoops? If so, soon as it opens, I have my key and will let us in so Robert can shoot some baskets.
Also on yesterday’s walk, looking across Massalina Bayou, place of dreams
Wolf moon continues, a scary notion, hungry wolves gather howling round the village on the first full moon in cold January.
“To regret one’s own experiences is to arrest one’s own development. To deny one’s own experiences is to put a lie into the lips of one’s own life. It is no less than a denial of the soul.” (Oscar Wilde, De Profundis). hmmmm
Lovely sunrise coming to pass outside my 195° across StAndrewsBay and beyond Shell Island over the Gulf of Mexico and yet this side of eternity’s blue firmament.