A Roiling Wednesday ...

I'm a few hours into Flame Shift #71. Things are a bit clearer than they were all day, when I was roiling, feeling everything, amidst a miasma of complications and unknowables. Not a great vibe for a Wednesday, I will admit. But we did go down to the sea, and got to drive out onto the Hook, which literally opened for the season about an hour before we got there. The damage from Sandy is still clearly visible, especially further down where the old historic barracks had their porches (what's left of them) propped up with two by fours. But my favorite green flowers survived, as you can see, and the bay was as beguiling and full of life as it ever was. So so wonderful to be back on that mad spit of land again. I've missed it terribly these last seven months.

Driving further South, as always, we came to Avon, which was a hive of activity. On one end, the boardwalk and railings are already up and they are working on the light fixtures. On the other end, they are still jamming pilings into the earth. But it looks better than it did a few weeks ago, as I imagine will be the case every time I go there as we get closer to Memorial Day. The sea was rough today, and I didn't get to go stand at the edge of the world, but I did stand on the jetty and talk to both Jason & BA while E napped. (BA told me a funny story of running into The Muse at the grocery store last night, after our Arboretum time, and said she was "flying high". Heh.) 5pm rolled around quicker than I would have liked, roiling and all, and it was time to get up here. The Lady does not tolerate me being late ...

More about Flame Shift #71 tomorrow. Good night.