What is it about the crisp
December night that beckons me
outside
and compels me to look
past the tree tops
past the clouds
to the hopeful moon
and beyond?
dreamy time
One of my favorite things to do at the beach is sit on the porch late at night and just take in the whole scene. I love the sound of waves — the breeze at night.
That breeze is the best. The combination of the ocean and the heat from the day wipe me out. I tend to just sit on the deck and zone out into a dreamy state. It’s hypnotic.
It’s kind of surreal to be awake and yet in a far off state of such relaxation and peace that things seem to be … a little off.
Like this picture. It looks like a Dr. Seuss landscape, doesn’t it? I took it with a regular little point-and-shoot. No filters, no editing.
I keep expecting Horton the Elephant.