If we were having coffee: Hippie edition

Guests bring good luck with them.

~ Turkish Proverb

On the way

On the way to the dock.

We go where we need to go, and then try to figure out what we’re doing there.

~ Jeff Greenwald

Five Photos, Five Stories: At last

Thirst quenched.

I stood in the yard watching as the moon floated up from behind the trees that line the back of the lagoon.  Thunder rumbled low and quiet in the distance, flickers of lightning joined in to create a call and response of flash-rumble, flash-rumble.  I could hear the woosh of heavy rain coming from behind me, traversing from west to east.  Within minutes, the clouds moved in, shrouding the moon.  The rain followed.

Five Photos, Five Stories: In the morning

In the morning.

In the morning, before I go for a walk, I have to gear up.  I normally associate gearing up with winter walks, but when you live near water and are practically surrounded by marshes, the insects can be formidable.  I put on long trousers and tuck the bottoms of the pant legs into my socks and boots.  I wear a tight t-shirt that is tucked in the waistband of my trousers, and over that goes a long-sleeved t-shirt.  All the tucking in keeps out the ticks.  A hat and my sunglasses go on next, and then I can head out the door with netting in my pocket in case the deer flies are so bad that I need to cover my face.  Once outside, I spray with insect repellent, usually just those areas where it might be possible for bugs to get in or bite.