Nov 10, 2010

Summer MMX ?

so was summer short this year
don't recall the barbecue weather we was promised
living near the sea on a high cliff
l have a stark
almost daily method of feeling l am
watching the time pass.



Tide is very rough this day with lots of artistic white
evident in the waves as they crash across the beach.

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Montalbano, “investigations are not what they used to be, uncertain, vague, contradictory, and scatter brained,”

  Pretty disappointed in last Montalbano. Beautiful, engaging, draws me in,  stories with such interesting crimes, romance, topics, politica...

MAYBE WE WON`T MEET AGAIN

. . . she got a postcard in the mail
That just said Heaven,with a picture of the ocean and the beach
The simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
The weather's nice, it's paradise
It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know
They say, "Hello, "
I miss you so, wish you were here"