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.