I close my eyes and hear the surf today beneath the tall pines and white oaks of West Georgia where the acorns fell like rain last fall. Waves lap at my toes that are scrunching somewhat bewildered into the red clay but that’s ok. Eyes closed, still at the beach. Darn these ole crows. It they would just learn to speak some sea-gull it would sure help.



About jingeorgia

Searching high and low no matter where i go it always seems the same: shades of grey. Or, was that gray?
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2 Responses to Windy

  1. Roket Man says:

    I spent last week soaking up the surf and sun only to return home just in time for a winter blast complete with spittin’ snow! That’s what I get for coming home; next time i’ll just build me a palm frond hut on the beach and return to my beach rat ways. First, I’ve got to strt saving up for a pair of Birdwell Beach Britches. They’ve gotten so pricey that folks don’t leave them hanging out on a line in the backyard anymore so I guess I’ll have to fork over $50 or $60 for a pair.

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