This is what that was all about. Didn't want any comments. Just needed to get it out. Besides, not too many people have the patience, or desire, to watch the exchange that took place. That cave, a 'power-spot' or groovy place to be, is somewhere on an island, like all those others that are mostly neglected, let adrift. A spontaneous, creative, and playful space. A time and place to remember on later walks.
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| Thinking... and then feeling. |
Those places people go…
Why anyone would want to
sleep in a tent with no access to a warm bath or proper toilet for more than
twenty-four hours was beyond her. Wifey couldn’t understand why gaijin-husband needed to get away, but they’d made a deal. Husband and Son could go for three nights (okay, probably four) to camp out
on the uninhabited island with the ‘hippies’. Sleeping bags and tent were chucked into the fossil fueled caravan and the two
boys were on the road before anyone had a chance to change her mind. Not like it would have made a
difference.
"As free as the wind blows..."
Although they were a few
days early, they’d managed to hitch a ride on a boat with the understanding
that they’d be pitching in to help set up. An extra set of hands, if
needed.
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| The boatman and his crew of one...ferrying souls across the water. |
And the people they'd meet…
(limited to a set of three for sake of this post)
