Greetings from the shores of New Hampshire, not quite the sunny beaches but I found it nice to sit by the sea and look out an open world we still do not know. I leave this with a poem that I remember from high school and I thought it was a nice fit. Hope to maybe meet some furs back this way, take care everyone.

Thunder blossoms gorgeously above our heads,
Great, hollow, bell-like flowers,
Rumbling in the wind,
Stretching clappers to strike our ears . . .
Full-lipped flowers
Bitten by the sun
Bleeding rain
Dripping rain like golden honey—
And the sweet earth flying from the thunder.

~Jean Toomer (1922)~


(location: Odiorne Point State Park)