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Desert island dreams become real on a Monday afternoon

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On the Sand Bar on Monday, first there were the birds . . . .
On the Sand Bar on Monday, first there were the birds . . . .

I’m flat on my back in water that is just deep enough to cover my ears and muffle the sounds of friends who are happily chatting just a few feet way.

The water is a gloriously comfortable temperature. The sky above is a radiant blue with just enough fluffy bits of cloud to add interest but my eyes are closed, letting the gentle heat of the sun sink deep into the frontal lobe and warm it up like bacon.

Two thoughts are floating through my brain:

1. This is a Monday afternoon. Incredible.

2. If I stay like this long enough, can I grow gills through my ears and never have to get up? Read the rest of this entry »