12/30/09 Evening journal entry: Blue moon. Low tide. I can tell by the rotten egg smell. Cold clear sunset of winter blues streaking across the ocean’s horizon. I am time traveling again amidst the magic of twinkling lights along the Old King’s Highway.
We’re on our way to sup at the Beehive Tavern. Inside, the wooden booths with high wing backed benches, portraits of early settlers and dim lights propel me further back in time. I haven’t traveled this way in years. It’s good to go back, and I can’t wait to go again.
**Image from here.
you had me at time travel. and blue moon. and low tide.
xo
Sheesh! That is a blue bella moon!
…and the description of your travels, it is so enveloping… you must write, eh? and if not, you grabbed my attention at the second and third sentence for sure:)
M
good old national geographic online!
Wow. That image is unbelievable. I have goosebumps.