Seven hours chasing flights to San Diego as they canceled,
one by one, just out of reach.
We came full circle. Back home.
The plan is to try again before sunrise on Saturday.
But it was fun being together, somewhere different.
Even sitting in an airport.
The path back demanded a stop at our favorite seafood place.
Raw oysters,
Tito’s with lime. Rock Shrimp, fat scallops.
Slow motion return through a tunnel of Tomoka Oaks at twilight.
Circular walls
of Spanish Moss.
Van Morrison
Carla at the wheel, looking new, fresh, half her age.
Home is like a jewel box, fat with comfort treasures.
Guard duty by rooster, a guy like
myself,
spotted with rusty patches...
celebratory signs of a life being well
lived.
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