Tropical Storm Debby is refusing to leave Florida, of course in perfect timing of when I need to clean out my mother’s house. But in spite of the constant heavy rain, progress is being made and I can shortly get on a jet airplane to head home.
Rainy days make me wish I was on a tropical island somewhere. Perhaps I can become a piece of driftwood traveling thousands of miles bobbing up and down the sea swells before landing on the beach. Perfectly rounded and conditioned by the sea sitting peacefully on the sand.
Sounds like a wonderful idea to me ! Let’s float away together on the high seas.
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