The ocean is waiting.

I’m off to the coast tomorrow, to watch the waves, breathe the fresh air, and let go of trying to do the impossible.
My computer is going to hospital over the weekend, for a transplant that will end up making it just like new (so I’m told).
And so I’m going off line, to a zone before the age of the compulsive screens, to a zone where the lazy horizon seems to stretch forever.
I’m taking with me a very solid book, The Hare with Amber Eyes, a book about former times, and I’ll walk, and plant and read.

And drift with the tides.
Into another time zone. 

Until Monday, when I welcome back the invalid, and together we will find our way back into the modern age.

See you later.