Saturday, September 6, 2014

9/5/14 - Sand in my Shoes

Alligator sighting in a water hazard by a golf course as we ride our bikes to the beach, his sullen eyes just above the surface of the water watching nothing and everything.

The wet, rainy morning (drenched pine needles releasing resinous scent into the air, bubbles forming on the lagoon behind our house from the enormous drops) gave way to blue sky, a final gift from the island. We swam and played in the surf, trying to soak in as much sun and memories as possible to get us through the coming New York City winter.

We rode our bikes home through a tunnel formed by the branches of live oaks draped with spanish moss, summer further behind us with every push of the pedals.

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