Damnation...& What A Long Strange Trip It's Been

[mlerules]

Must resist urge to fly Eastward this summer, despite Nantucket's beckoning, glancing at me sideways, batting her island lashes at me, puckering up her lips so deliciously. I do so fondly remember my last time there, decades back, sitting outside an old barn listening to someone playing the blues inside, looking up at the satellites crossing the sky and watching the shooting stars (hit it just right timing-wise for the meteor shower), hanging out w/this guy staying nearby who I'd met at the beach, chatting w/him about our upcoming adventures. I was on the verge of spending a year studying at the University of Sussex, outside Brighton, while he was about to leave behind the relatively relaxed Dead-Head-based student life and embark on his fambily-driven career on Wall Street. I seemed far more pleased about my upcomingness then he.

Mebbe next summer...mebbe mixed w/a return to Cape Breton.