Sun drunk, I remember how much I love the ocean. To be pounded over and over by salt water, to feel sand, rife with shells under my feet. In the back yard, a pond with possible alligators, ibis, herons. On the beach, sea turtle tracks like swirving half moons up the sand, marking the way to round nests of eggs. Giddy to be around a woman I love this much---who also loves Bean and DH, and even giddier to walk out the door from lunch to see the space shuttle shooting up into the sky, suddenly dissapearing beyond the blue. Tomorrow more time to write and post, and some pictures of the long legged birds, the hundred lizareds, and Bean frollicking on the beach. Happy 4th!