Sunday, October 16, 2011

Journey to We

A Sunday morning in middle October. Sand dunes and the Pacific Ocean. Two pretty girls. It does not get much better than this, he thought.

The landing was rough. Wireless failed unexpectedly on the approach. Disconnected? It felt that way then. But as the sun rose this morning, he knew better. Much better.

The ocean's edge where the reception is best. Yes, the radio too sometimes. A couple of sage messages seem apropos, 'put it in the top drawer' and the other I just forgot (or is buried in said drawer.)

The airwaves brought a  lot of smelly junk onto nature's porch. But there are gems too. One has to but look. Really look.

Tuning is the skill. For that we came.

© 2011 Buzz Hill

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