Well, we may be through with COVID but it is not through with us. I think I made it back from Kenya in the nick of time. Omicron raised its ugly head (or should I say mutated spike protein) resulting in a global travel ban from South Africa and other African countries into the United States, the UK, and Germany. Although Kenya was not one of the African countries in the ban, reverberations through the air travel industry would have surely caused complications in my travel from the continent. How lucky I was to have made it home—jet-laggy as hell— but home before the travel bans.
And now, I’m at my happy place!
My boys and I have the beach pretty much to ourselves. We take long, long walks—I listen to audio books and they chase sea gulls.
I don’t mind the solitude. In fact, I relish it. Puts me in mind of one of my favorite poems, Sea Fever, by John Masefield.
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by; And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking, And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking. I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied; And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying, And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying. I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life, To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife; And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover, And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.
Venus is low in the southwestern sky, right after sunset. And it is so bright, it leaves a light trail in the ocean, just like the moon!
And for those that might prefer music, the song of the week is Sand in My Shoes, by Robyn Sherwell:
Good light to everyone!