Miami/Ft. Lauderdale

It’s the end of January here, and my skin is tanned brown, my body lean from daily cold swims, the palms wave their wispy fronds as I count the laps, the morning sun heating everything. I understand why people move to Florida. It really is the sunshine state.

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The Start

“It was only around the tip of the island did I see the stretch of the water and the perfect reflection of the banks upon its mirror surface. Each tree, each branch, each lichen was in perfect reflection of itself as far as the eye could see. The only sound was my oar in the water and the wings of birds as the flew off squawking accusingly at me for interrupting their hunting.”

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Tybee Days

Each morning I rose to the awakening of the dawn and each evening I sat and watched its descent into the sea. Tybee Island on the southern tip has the unique vantage point of the Western and Eastern sky. At home, I hardly ever see the sunrise. Only when I’m jetlagged or the occasional early trip or job when I had one. But when I travel, the rising and setting sun becomes the focus of my days. The silent meditation as I reflect on the rising and setting of each of my days, one passing the other until they become my life.

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