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.
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"...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.
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"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.
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"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.
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"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.
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"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.
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"I lay there, stretched out, looking at the one star visible through the tiny window of the room."
¸.•*´¨`♥ Jeanette Winterson |