carry out to sea.

aghh.

have been aching to write for about 2 weeks now... been sick, been busy, been on the run for what seems like forever

but now i am home, really home, sweetest home

on my breezy front porch with my feet up

and my 3 feline appendages perched all around me like a necklace.

it is good to be home, it is good to be done with classes, it is good to have 4 days ahead off of work

it is good to be silent and still here, now, with so many thoughts swirling in my head

and the birds seem to know it, they are whistling back at me as if they know...

i am dreaming of driving, driving out of the city, tomorrow, driving out towards the ocean, the coast where the breeze is always present

our tent may be ripped by the wind or pummeled by rain

and maybe we won't have as much time as we'd like

but it sure will be nice to be there, so close to the edge of the continent, so near to a large, endless body of water

and the smell of salt and the grains of sand will get into everything we own

and something painful will heal, somehow, something painful will carry itself out to sea.