Carib Beer is not available in my neck of the woods, so I have to indulge my fondness for it when I’m in the islands. As the leaves are turning, and the winds are blowing cool, and MKL even reported a dash of the “s” word tonight, I’m thinking about golden days on a warm beach.

Cow Wreck Beach, Anegada, British Virgin Islands.

Quote of the day: “I move in the university of the waves.”  —  Pablo Neruda

Daily gratitudes:
Flying flocks of pigeons
An empty I-25
Raspberries
Jim Lehrer
Admiring other women’s shoes while being glad I don’t have to walk in them (literally)