To write

To write. Something. Because one cannot stop the words, the only way to slow them down is to write or type them. Especially when they insist, albeit an on-off relationship, with more off than on. But when they're around I treat them as guests. Look after them. Parden to them at every call...

Today I feel so much inside me, my head is full. But if my fingers can keep up with the words is another dilemma (for the fingers...)

The sea roars in the background. It sounds as if high tide is on the loose. From where I type I can see the sea stretching in front of me, various colours of grey in the rain. The clouds are white-ish grey and meet the waves on the horizon. The wind blows the froth onto the rocks. It looks like winter. Not even the brave fishermen are here today. I imagine I could live here forever, blue skies or white or grey skies. Of course I can't. So I'll enjoy such while I can and hold them as treasures in my mind till we meet again.

My brain is overcrowded. I'm on vacation. Isn't your brain supposed to take a break when you do? Everything is on automatic nowadays..why doesn't the brain automatically decode into rest??? So I sit here, listen to the sea, type in B&W...and imagine I'm a seagull battling the wind...I love the wind...most of the time..

Believe it or not it's been raining 5 days on off. When it stops and it's not too cold hubbie and I go take a dip in the sea. We decided otherwise at this rate we'll never get to swim if we wait for the sun to shine. Our kids think we're crazy. We probably are. But then one needs to enjoy your vacation and if youlet something as small as weather get in the way...weeelllll.....!

Have a wonderful day/week all.....hope the weather is just treating you well where you are

LG