Friday, August 27, 2010

Peaches and Cream

Tiny dew drop. I love water. I grew up on the Great Lakes in Wisconsin. I remember windsurfing when I was so small I had to reach my hands straight above my head to hold the sail, I wasn't alone. A pretty lady was teaching me to sail. Years later, when we moved to Kansas, I missed the water horribly. Not until my first year in Washington, which didn't come for 11 years, did I feel the easy flow from the ethereal pull of a large body of water. If the moon controls the tides, wild abandon equals lunacy, and we are made mostly of water, then I know why it feels better not to be landlocked. Sweet freedom!

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