A simple life.

This trip is so perfectly relaxing.

Mom and Dad and I went out to the local pub for dinner tonight, played a game of Scrabble, and it got interrupted by a team of 2 raccoons outside trying to get at the garbage. They did not succeed. However I did at the Scrabble. (even got a Scrabble).

Great little walk down by the beach where my old thinking spot was. It was like all the same stones and shells were waiting for me since my last visit. I used to go down there when my heart was heavy, or when I needed space. Funny how there is now a park bench in the very spot where i used to have to sit in the wet grass. I've had some old memories return in my time here so far, but not one of them is from anything life changing or even significant.

I'm recalling standing by the little tree in the front yard that is now about 25 feet tall. I remember waiting at the bus stop in the cold and the smell of the vinyl seats as i crouched forward on the bus trying to stay warm.

All of these memories hold such a simple feeling. A simple life. I feel like I've jumped right back into it. And I wonder if I can take that feeling with me when I leave.

But I don't think I can.

That feeling belongs here.

I don't.

But I can always return and have it waiting for me.

That I know for sure.

Good night.

Big oceanic love.

Lenny