April 2nd The Moment I had just returned from south Florida after taking a ten-day respite from winter’s bite. I was at a small family owned motel on the Atlantic shore where the Gulfstream sweeps northward. The motel was right on the ocean. The surf lapped at its doorstep and I only had to walk a few feet before I was stepping in sand. I went to bed each night listening to the sound of surf.
I love how you communicate with nature, Gary. You're not just a passive observer- at least not at all times. I'm gonna try to be more like that.
very nice Gary