So – Don’t expect me – To behave perfectly – And wear that sunny smile My guess is I’m in for a cloudy & overcast Don’t try and stop me Cause I’m heading for that stormy weather soon – I’m causing a mild sensation – With that new occupation I’m permanently glued – To that extraordinary mood, so now moveover – And let me take over With my, melancholy blues – queen

Now what? tomorrow morning at 4am I have to be on my way North from my last stop in Guayama. It’s about an hours drive north to San Juan. Then I have to find my way to the rental place, drop off the truck, then take the shuttle bus back over to the airport. Of course carring my luggage. . . 3 slices of a Rockpool Alaw Bach filled with gear. Then after a long flight I will be met in Chicago, then take another 3 hour drive back to my home in Baraboo, Wisconsin. One day from the tropics to "back to school" sales at the local Wal-mart.This evening I took one last walk on the beach. Stopping as I always do to offer a salute to the sea. Understanding that together we shared an experience that brought us a bit closer. I understand her better than I did when I arrived. I always say the sea is cold and indifferent, but this evening I wondered. Maybe she knows my love for her is deeper that I could possibly explain. Maybe she in turn held my hand, taught me lessons, shared her sensuality and kept me safe in her arms. Then again, maybe the sea is nothing more than saltwater filled with fish

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