Reliable As The Most Steadfast Friend ...

It was not the most relaxing of days at the sea.  There was fear in the air, which tends to have quite a large appetite, and its favorite dish is joy.  I can beat myself up 'til the end of time with if only I hadn't heard the phone ring when the landlord called about the sprinkler foolishness, but it's what it represents that is more telling than the actual thing.  Too much fear.  Not enough grounding.

Still, despite that, the day rolled on.  A fine new breakfast at The Preakness Restaurant before shoving off, followed by stops at Point Pleasant & Manasquan (where I finally traded out that post modern book about the guy who steals rare books, and got a book about Ireland instead).  Then the drive through Spring Lake and Belmar, as the clouds rolled in, was beautiful as always.

Avon did its Avon thing, as reliable as the most steadfast friend.  Time in Happy Cove, and up on the jetty and over by the pavilion and along the edge of the sea as the sun began to set, slowly.  A bit of time at the Perfect Perk yielded a wonderful surprise : The Dear Boy has a blog!  I read and commented while nursing my mint chamomile, and thought of our last Reiki share, and loved and missed him, as is my way.

After the usual Chinese dinner, it was time for one more walk out to Happy Cove, in the dark of the only  just recently New Moon.  There was mystery, and there were stars, and I missed her, and it was time to go home.