July 26, 2025 - 7:30AM…
Our final morning. The house is asleep. Two ceiling fans are whirling. Low tide is on display. Bright sun alongside. I have a secret wish of wanting to maintain this bubble. This time in our life here. But I know in my heart of hearts that’s not possible. This held the magic it did for that very reason. That is the beauty in all of it — in all of everything. The shelf life. Another note to self to soak in the moments. I should be packing up, but I’m sitting in the silence watching a lone walker along the water’s edge. A few boats are sailing on the horizon. This exact scene will never happen again and I’ve got a front row seat. Damn.
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