#74 – Tuesday August 14th
The days start out grey and overcast, a few folks out for their morning run or walking their dogs, and empty sand out into the ocean. The haze burns off around eleven and the languid decadence of a day at the beach is full on. The hours drift gloriously past unencumbered by expectations or responsibilities, with one notable exception . . . my next domino play. But it’s a toss-up between the quiet times, which might be my favorite moments. The mornings, with their subtle muted awakenings or the evenings, with the throngs of celebrants now mostly gone, and the sky exploding into color as the sun sinks beyond the horizon.
These times of just being, are essential to me. They empty the box of clutter. Sweep out accumulated distractions, and clean the spots off the windows. Now back in the studio, it’s the warmth of the sun, the delight in quiet moments, and the seriousness of domino play, helping to guide my efforts, and that is a wonderful thing.
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