"A man can do nothing better than to eat and drink and find satisfaction in his work. This too, I see, is from the hand of God, 25 for without him, who can eat or find enjoyment?"
Ecclesiastes 2:24-25
Penn Station. Track 17. Two hours later. World's away....
Ice cold IPA's on the umbrella covered shore.
Invigorating clear water just shy of cold.
A sandy spin cycle.
Seashells in my suit.
Unsparing Laughter.
Sunkissed cheeks.
Bob Marley, the ultimate causeway artist.
Osprey's hunting over the tall marsh grasses.
Farm table spread with fresh garden tomatoes and homemade lovin lobster rolls that dripped pure goodness down our hands.
Wine.
Big Bed and Breeze.
Full Moon.
Hot mug of coffee in the garden. Barefoot. Long Sleeves.
Clip a rainbow of wildflowers in a country pitcher.
The Sunday New York Times.
Wild Maine Blueberries and farmers market banana pancakes. Bacon.
Ah Glorious Bacon.
Beach.
Fellowship. Frisbee.
The love was lavished this no-labor weekend.
And our blessings are too too bountiful!
Big salty kisses to our hospitable hosts on the serene sound.
I don't know, what do think...
Am I falling love with the Northeast?
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