The heart of yesterday was a five hour stint at Avon / Happy Cove. It was the third and final day of this first heat blast of the year, and I could think of no better place to spend it. Truth be told, the temperature differential at the sea was close to 20 degrees lower than home, so though there was enough sun that I got a little colour on my face, it wasn't actually all that warm. Mercy.
For a few short hours, I felt real peace. It didn't last, but I was grateful for it. So grateful. It's marvelous to see the re-construction in full swing, as Avon, Belmar, Spring Lake and the rest feverishly prepare for Memorial Day weekend. There were many times these last few months where it was easy to wonder if we'd ever have a boardwalk again. As you can see, that's no longer a question. Once again, mercy.
After dinner at the Chinese place, a crazy intense thunderstorm blew through, which kept me in Barnes & Noble long enough to buy more books than I had intended to. But Pops, Rumi, the two Charles' and especially this picture book were worth it. Picture books, picture books ... so much wisdom in picture books for answerless folk like me.
There probably would have been more insights if I had written last night, which is why I try to always write before putting the day to bed, but if I had written last night, it probably wouldn't have had any insights anyway. And so it goes. More tonight, then, before bed.
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