The Keys::Day 3::Walking to the beach

My walk continued...up and down the streets. Until I found myself midway to the beach that D and our friends were. Should I walk on to it? Or head back to the cool pool? I trudged on to the beach. And it was hot. And it was humid. And I was sweaty.

"He got into the red door, I got into the white one."
¸.•*´¨`♥ Jim Butcher (Grave Peril)

The rooster showed up again. So I obliged by taking another picture of him.

"Rooster/Pisces: Likes shiny things."
¸.•*´¨`♥ Suzanne White

"Art is the only serious thing in the world. And the artist is the only person who is never serious."
¸.•*´¨`♥ Oscar Wilde

"For the wretched of the earth, There is a flame that never dies."
¸.•*´¨`♥ Victor Hugo (Les Misérables)

"Beware of the young doctor and the old barber."
¸.•*´¨`♥ Benjamin Franklin

"...he gathered up his notes and walked home past flower beds and white picket fences..."
¸.•*´¨`♥ Billy Collins

"Your mind will answer most questions if you learn to relax and wait for the answer."
¸.•*´¨`♥ William S. Burroughs

And before you knew it - and before I had a heat stroke - I was at the beach, sitting in the shade. Enjoying the coolness.