But ... even then, if you had been reading between the lines, you could tell that I was ready to start ...
running for the hills ...
for an escape,
a new view,
a different path,
some perspective or clarity.
Something definitely was fishy!
Luckily, an escape to the shore was arranged where in some serious relaxing and some very pertinent conversations were held.
Tales were told. Carbs were inhaled.
Sea plums were admired. Shorefront property was envied.
Sand was felt between our toes.
Sun, surf, sand, salt, secrets, and "somedays"
"So, What ifs..."
and here we are a year later.
Thank you just isn't enough.
What a difference a year makes!
Reminder to all:
Just look for the signs -- so you don't have to bang on the ESC key so much.