Thursday, June 25, 2009


Around eight o'clock this morning, I was walking to work & the smell of the tide was strong. It was finally not raining & the day promised to be warm & sunny later on. I sucked in deep breaths of salty air & smiled to myself. "This," I thought, "is why I live here."

This afternoon, I listened closely to the lyrics of The Decemberists' "Summersong" & they seemed to hit the nail on the head:

Waylay the din of the day
Boats bobbing in the blue of the bay
In deep far beneath all the dead sailors
Slowly slipping to sleep . . .

Summer arrives with a length of lights
Summer blows away
And quietly gets swallowed by a wave
It gets swallowed by a wave

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