the end. (of vacation)

Last morning.

Last walk down the sandy road,

across the wooden steps,

over the damp dunes,

down to the ocean’s edge.

Low tide.

And I guess I just want to to say goodbye.

A farewell

to the beach

to the thick salty air that sticks in my hair.

Farewell

to lazy mornings

and late night swims.

My shadow made long in the early morning sun.

Feet wet all week.

It’s been good.

So good.

The redemption of Fripp Island is complete.

And I am grateful.

The shooting stars.

In one night more falling stars than I’ve seen in my entire life.

Lucky.

The whole sand dollar.

Just being here with everyone that I love.

Happy.

Complete.

Content.

Lovely.

Blessed.

No wonder people want to stay on vacation forever.

Goodness, how I hate to leave the sea.