about this trip, and then I'll try to stop writing about it:
Right now, sitting on the balcony, writing in my journal, listening to the waves crash in the dark. Out on the beach there's a jazz band playing 1920's tunes and laughing. My skin is sticky from the humid air; the trumpet speaks, the waves breathe. Just this one moment.
I hope that moment lives forever. Those are the things we live for. I'm sorry it has to end. But I can't wait to hear all about it!
Posted by: becky | Tuesday, June 23, 2009 at 07:45 AM
What a beautiful entry! Soak it up sister!
Posted by: Karen B. | Tuesday, June 23, 2009 at 08:00 AM
I could use a moment like that right now, glad you had it, thanks for sharing......
Posted by: Maureen | Tuesday, June 23, 2009 at 12:50 PM
I wish I was there with you... Can't wait to see your pics and hear all about the whole trip!
Posted by: Chris Selander | Tuesday, June 23, 2009 at 09:31 PM