Friday, July 6


People move more slowly here. I'm moving a bit more slowly.
We stay up late and sleep late, we move through the day at our own speed. Having lunch at 3 and dinner at 9.

We sit in air conditioned rooms and talk, we walk through hazy hot streets and comment on the Spanish moss trees. We grill every night and comment on how good it tastes, how Kate and Eric are going to grill every night even after we leave.

We stood and watched the fireworks over a crowd of people and drank beer out of plastic cups, our own beer, it's allowed here. I put $1 into a juke box and we didn't hear my songs, but it didn't matter. We walked three blocks too far in the heat only to find what we were looking for across the street from where we started, but it didn't matter.

We sit in Adirondack chairs under the shade of old trees while we watch dogs play in wood-chips. Everyone knows each other via the dogs and all watch throughly entertained as two bigger ones wrestle. Its enough amusement to fill a lazy afternoon.

I move more slowly here.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

It sounds so nice to get away from the hustle and bustle of every day life... :)