Table Dancing

Birds are talking, roosters are crowing and the too numerous to mention Texas insects are singing a loud hoorah.  Morning and Evening are the best times for me.  Cares of the day seem to be quiet.  Worries and tear drops fade and evaporate with the changing sky.    

Have you ever watched the sun go down at the beach?  Creatures large and small, actually thrive in salt, sand and sun. 

Coyotes, foxes, deer, graceful water birds are landing.  I get lost in the moonlight over the water.  

 I camped out by myself the weekend after my divorce was final.  I set up my tent, pulled out the ice chest  and walked along the shore trying to sort things out. My sweet friend Cheryl was worried about me, silly girl.  She found my campsite just as it was getting dark.  So we did what Flour Bluff girls do, marveled for a bit at the wildlife then cranked up the boombox and danced like crazy hippie chicks to Steve Miller Band on the nearest picnic table.  kisses