The whole is greater than the sum of its parts
What greater setting is there, than the infinite sea?
Being here is different from vacationing here
There may be places more elaborate, more exotic
And places far worse–like the middle of nowhere
Living in paradise–everyday is the same
Living in paradise–somebody pinch me
If you don’t take advantage, no one else is to blame
A favorite little bistro right on the beach. The weather was perfect–a little cool, but not bad for January.
In summer, the place would be packed out. It was nice to sit and watch gentle waves. Yellow warning flags were out, which meant there could be dangerous conditions for swimmers.
Two guys at the table behind us kibitzed with the waitress. They may have been winter visitors from Iowa. There were more cars with Iowa license plates, than from any other state.
“Would you like some banana puddin’?” She asked.
“I like the way you said that,” Guy, #1 replied with a laugh.
“I said it that way, so you’d buy some banana pudding,” The waitress had them wrapped around her little finger.
As the waitress brought the check to guy #2, he paid and answered–“Thanks Puddin.”
A sat down at the table in front of us. Another waitress brought menus and took their drink order. She was obviously cold. Temperatures were in the low sixties. It felt cooler in the shade, warmer where the sun shone in. Iowa folks were a sturdy lot.
It was such a peaceful setting–not far from home. Why didn’t we come here more often?
Good place to be
On a January day
On the beach
Wish it were me
–Image, d. Williams, http://www.wkrg.com/
I’ll politely decline
A sailboat waiting
By sand and sea
For I am a landlubber
You see–know nothing
About navigating the sea
Tempting as it may be
My sense of adventure
Ends where sand meets sea
–Image, Craig Roberts–
Where to drop anchor
When nothing seemed
Like home anymore
Nowhere to go
No place to stay
After years at sea
It went on that way
Not part of anything
A sailor’s heart craved
Only wind and wave
Oh so calm
Oh so peaceful
A looking glass sea
With the world
Just like the waves
Lulled to sleep
In safe harbor