Or maybe, and I figure this more close to the truth, everything is just like it always is but my eyes and spirit had been denied too long (and my brain pan is just getting more scrambled with time).
|Even though just looking out my door is pretty soul sigh satisfying|
|La Pela, looking out to St. Thomas and other assorted rocks|
|Looking South (where, on a clear day, St. Croix can be seen)|
|From the plaza toward Vieques|
Thanks to a couple of laddies for helping me get some wowness through the last bits of this stay-home-and-get-all-better time.
Some days I wake up thinking about this blog and this morning, when I did, this is the song that accompanied it. Mine is not to reason why...
Have a magnetically mesmerizing Monday. Do something migratory.