My blog has been mute for a week.
Testing – one, two, three. Ahem. It’s back!
I found my voice, lost during silent strolls along Atlantic Beach – the sun on my back, fifty-degree ocean water at my feet. One quick toe dip, I stuck to sand and the sand stuck to me.
Last Friday, hubby, son and I flew to Florida for the weekend, my first vacation in three years, not including the occasional mind trip.
The weather cooperated with my perception of Florida and dished out eighty-degree days of tepid bliss.
Dressed in flip-flops, Capri pants and a sleeveless blouse, I shuffled along sun-baked brick streets…
…and ate homemade food outside local eateries with the wind in my hair, enjoying good food and conversation.
More fine dining at night. I washed down a red snapper with two martinis. Throughout dinner, the fish looked up at me, a full form specimen, laid out on my plate, wide-eyed on its side. That night, I broke my dining prime directive: never order food that can stare at you while you eat.
A walk back to the room, through breezy ocean air, flushed the fish eyes from my mind. Later, I drifted off to sleep listening to waves wash onto the beach, the sound louder than my sleep machine at home. I tried to adjust the volume but couldn’t find the dial.
When was the last time you went away?