Books and I have been lovers since I was an infant, but we've been on a break lately, simply because my the rest of my loves and responsibilities usurped the place they had held in my life. Prior to our trip, I had not had a chance to read for more than fifteen minutes at a time, and that perhaps only once a week. But, on our trip, I woke early one morning and read for hours in the library of our temporary home, giving my stresses over to the giant hand and my mind entirely to the book.
For much of the rest of the long weekend, we toed sand and trails and accidental turns that led to unexpected space.
Here, we stopped. Here, I took pictures with my phone, sending them immediately to my husband. Here, I wrote. This is us.
On our trip, my friend and I encountered a manta ray, wild turkeys, pelicans, cormorants, lots and lots of crabs, sea anenomes, starfish, and parakeets. We also found parts of ourselves.