A Guy

I don't know - still in my skivvies should put my pants on

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Fri Dec 25

Running on the Beach

View of beach from apartment where spend about half my time.

In all my years in Florida I always disliked, no hated, the beach. Now suddenly I own it. At night it’s a fantastically different world, and in foul weather when the goddamned sun gives it a rest, I’m ecstatic. Tonight, December 24, 11:30 pm I was running along the water’s edge, no shirt, boxers (ok I had a swimsuit on underneath) and totally in heaven, nearly high as an intense wind roared around me mixing in with the crashing waves. The whole scene was silver and gray and white with a half moon and city lights’ illumination. Why the fuck have I languished in hell while heaven was just across the damned street? Day 40, maybe with a clear head I can notice some of this stuff.