Reality is looking for a job.
The money won’t last.
This idyll won’t last.
The northeast breeze rolls the waves onto the beach.
Where the sun reflects from the water, I cannot look.
Gulls cry.
What fresh heaven is this?
Gulls Cry
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You can look. And when you close your eyes, you may see the patterns of light on the water.
the surface of the water is a four-dimensional emulation of the structure of spacetime. i enjoy thinking about that as i watch the lake.
the color of the water shifts constantly within a range of blues and greens and whites and golds. one moment i will look, then i will read a page in a book, then i will look at the lake again and it will have changed.
It made me happy, reading this.
You took a risk, moving your life. Already, rewards.
Many more will follow.
Congratulations to you and yours, for having the courage to live.
thank you, harry. a wise man once told me to find the thing that frightened me and do it.
A great example of not wasting words. What a picture this painted. It will all work out…try not to worry, enjoy what sounds like a beautiful place.
Thank you, Donna. I’m always worried about something (a man’s gotta have a hobby).
This morning I took my shoes and socks off and walked for the first time into the wavelets lapping the beachlet (it’s a short beach — you can see it on Google Maps, it’s Rogers Beach Park in Chicago).