Freedom

Having a Think. With the shade halfway up, sitting on the edge of the bed sipping coffee, watching the planet rise slowly as the earth turns against it, rather swiftly actually, and it will soon enough again disappear into the sunrise. The US98 traffic from no to little as it picks up to meet Thursday in what will be a busy place. 

Yesterday the three of us were out for half-price early supper at the Perfect Pig down 30A. Driving under the canopy of trees through Rosemary Beach, spring break is in full bloom, not the college crowd which can be so ugly, but families, children from grade through high school on bicycles in a safe place, teens from all over falling smitten in love with whom they never knew existed until this week, BTDT, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, is there really still falling head over heels in love for the week, or do they just hang out, IDK, no longer live there except in sometime memories where life has nothing sweeter than its springtime.

But the Think: as the occasional car makes the green light without slowing and heads on west into and through the woods, remembering how it is, was, up before dawn and the first car on the road before daybreak, while it was still dark the only car and the road all to ourselves, sense of total Freedom, just this little family leaving Motel Six, almost never Holiday Inn at twenty dollars a night, up early and, on Navy leave, speeding home to Panama City, rushing so as not to waste one minute of leave before heading back to - - wherever it was those twenty years - - Norfolk, Newport, WashingtonDC, Ohio, Pennsylvania ... , same Freedom as walking home from Cove School the last day of class when summer vacation didn't even start until tomorrow and Labor Day is centuries away. 

Today, spring break, where I now live.

Just a Think. 

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