The final sunset on our escape to stillness.
Some sights are not meant to be captured.
And there are no words to describe the quiet of a seaside ceiling of stars, meteors showering upon my sleeping family, as an owl swoops.
Beyond Description
Booting Up
My last keyboard strokes before disconnecting from electricity for the next 4 days.
I’ll miss the Archives but look forward to multiple days with nothing to do but chop wood and carry water. Jeb comes with me. As well as Jeb’s dad (which I’ve noted is a person I haven’t spent 24 hours with in about 7 years). It’s a family affair in the jungle, bound to be as unique as our little ‘family’, itself.
The trip is really for Jeb. But I think the gods know that I’m in dire need of a little time by the river with nothing to do but smell the ginger flowers.
I’ll be here to share about the journey when I get back on the other side. Until then, this laptop and my cell phone are powering down.
Parrish Sunrise
This morning I wake early enough to watch the day come on. Reminded of a Maxfield Parrish painting – the modern, tropical-version-style, complete with telephone lines.
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