Read an interesting phrase recently. Au milieu de l'hiver, j'ai découvert en moi un invincible été. Actually, I read it on a back tattoo. Which got me thinking. All this "end of times" talk had gotten me down. Damn the Mayan prophecy and their catchy flute music - or is that the Incas. Anyway, I was going through withdrawals. I needed some spiritual replenishment. So, I took my female child to my secret beach. And had a picnic. She had two thermoses of chicken noodle soup and I had a bagel. It was a brisk 73 degrees, but in the sun, it felt like a balmy 74. There were even plenty of surfers to entertain. The beach's beachiness was full of beachitude. If you have the means, I highly recommend it. It was a perfectly, rejuvenating afternoon. Oh yeah, and that phrase from above translates as: In the depths of winter I finally learned there was in me an invincible summer. Thanks Camus. And thanks girl child for going with me.
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