After the great trolley ride, D went off with his friends to attempt snorkeling again, and I started off on foot. I love walking a new area on foot. You can see so much.
|"...set aside some time for a retreat, a day of mindfulness, when we can walk slowly, smile, drink tea with a friend..."|
¸.•*´¨`♥ Thich Nhat Hanh (Being Peace)
Across the street from the lighthouse was this painter. He had his easel set up on the sidewalk in the shade of the trees and the stone wall.
|"If you hear a voice within you say, 'You are not a painter,' then by all means paint...and that voice will be silenced."|
¸.•*´¨`♥ Vincent van Gogh
This was the little walk that led me to the base of the lighthouse.
|"I had grown up in a house with a fence around it, and in this fence was a white smooth wooden gate..."|
¸.•*´¨`♥ Richard Bach (The Bridge Across Forever: A True Love Story)
When I looked up, this is what I saw through the trees...
Inside, hanging in one of the windows I saw this starry mobile.
|"Garlands from window to window; Golden chains from star to star ... And I dance."|
¸.•*´¨`♥ Arthur Rimbaud (Arthur Rimbaud: Complete Works)
As I left, and walked down the street, I took one parting shot. And, no...I didn't go up. It was so hot I would of passed out somewhere along the 400 step mark.
|"Inside my empty bottle I was constructing a lighthouse while all others were making ships."|
¸.•*´¨`♥ Charles Simic, Poet
And I walked on. Around the corner. Up the street.
|"I lay there, stretched out, looking at the one star visible through the tiny window of the room."|
¸.•*´¨`♥ Jeanette Winterson