3:32pm
This is what I see when I walk in a straight line from the end of Foot Street for twenty minutes and sit on the hot sand among rubber plants. No, it is hardly explainable with words. I will take a photo.
It is hot out today like Australia should be, but windy, my hair is everywhere. My footprints in the sand is a hardly recognizeable but welcome sight.
Perhaps I write too much.
I had the house almost too myself this morning. Everyone was at work or school and Robert is in the city learning about the role that will launch him to stardom. Angela was home, but I hardly saw her. I ate nachos for breakfast and had a tough but necessary conversation with Shaughn. I am wondering now about the emotional catharsis this trip has become for he and I and whether it's the distance that provokes it or something else. Today, after the difficult stuff, we talked about living together in good and constructive ways. I never thought it could be so exciting to talk about jobs, and houses, and bank accounts. That's one more reason that I know he's the one.
When this furious wind blows my hair against this white page, I am a redhead.
I'm going to put my feet in the ocean for the first time. Besides, strange Australian insects have begun to wonder how I became a part of their landscape. 3:45pm
4:11pm
I feel sexy with my feet in the ocean, holding my skirt above the waves.
4:19pm
I like that there are people with nothing better to do on a Tuesday afternoon than be lazy on the beach. I don't even think they're on vacation.
4:27pm
I'm seeking shelter among the rubber plants and green, from the wind that just won't quit on the beach. I stopped caring a long time ago whether the wind caught my skirt and indecently exposed me, but it was blowing sand all over, in the pages of this book and in the envelope of a letter to my boy and in my eyes. It is a nice spot this. But I don't think I'll stay long. Again the insects are distracted by my presence, or I am by theirs. I think I could sleep here with Shaughn though, I think we could live here a long time. 4:33pm
5:34pm
On the way home from the beach, I walked uphill against the wind. My calf muscles screamed, but my hair felt beautiful so I walked like a supermodel in the sun.
I stopped to tie my shoe at one point and said hello to a brilliant yellow flower. We played he loves me he loves me not without picking its petals and the flower said he loves me. I did say it was brilliant.
I'm getting better at crossing the street here.
7:30pm
A very tiny puppy came to visit. It came with Alex's best friend Nick. He chewed on the corner of my book for a while. The puppy, not Nick.
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