is to lightly run your finger over that person's soul
until you find a crack,
and then gently pour your love into that crack.
Friday, May 9, 2014
We are sitting on the tailgate, rolling down the beach access road, I am tossing sea salt original kettle chips up in the air, enticing seagulls ... so tourist. I've never done that before. It struck my funny bone. Great to laugh ... so many gulls!
Seaweed is everywhere. I gingerly step over the line, six feet wide and high. I'm afraid it's laced with the notorious portuguese man o' war. There are huge piles of seaweed stacked up along the shoreline which disappear in the early morning fog.