Crashing Waves . . .

Mistah and I got away last week and were so thankful for that joy.

We heard nothing but Crashing Waves for four days, and that, my friends, is the best sound in the world.

In the meantime, the world did its own crashing around last week.

Thinking about Scott and all who we lost in 9/11. And thinking about our dear and darling cousin-in-law Ed.

Things can get so hard, and so intense . . . 

. . . and yet the Waves just keep on Crashing.

And so we keep listening to them, and we keep staying afloat.