Intermission

By the time you read this, I'll be in stranger climes, drinking wine and tasting the sea salt that's settled on my lips each time I sip.  I might even be relaxed.

Travels (by kzmiller)

The drift, the swift lift, the breathless drop away

The sea, the bright sky, the boisterous, idle play

To wander, to see

emerald, sapphire and gold

To listen, to be

more than can be told 

All in the moment, today

Tomorrow we'll go another way