Dark blankets of clouds have given away to thin pale blue sheets covering the sky.
Ocean winds whip in circles so flying flags snap loudly and the Palms dance wildly.
Frenzied Surfers adjust their days around the tides because the waves are so good and congregate in the surf.
White Egrets decorate trees like Christmas ornaments.
Green Geckos with purple tails scurry around the deck.
Birds sing solos, frogs wail the blues and Cicada keep the rhythm.
My bare feet rub Goddess' fur as she lay below me on the Beloved Back Deck where it's quiet and peaceful.
The house is dark and full of sleeping girls ... Sarah's three plus two others who were loud through the night chattering about boys, laughing, playfully slapping and other things I'd just prefer to remain ignorant about.
Tiptoeing inside I check on my wife who mumbles something about letting Winston, The Little Gay Dog, out in the middle of the night and he refused to come back inside.
I kiss her forehead and she falls back asleep.
Making Winston, TLGD, come outside with me and I clarify his lineage with whispered venom.
Pelicans fly overhead in a V formation.
Finches dart to and from the orange Hibiscus blooms on the deck.
Squirrels chase each other on the fence decorated with a metal sun, colorful fish, funny signs we've bought and a large black iron cross.
I have to leave shortly to go to Church.
But I can't imagine anything more Holy than what I'm doing right now.
"Thank you for this," I say out loud.
I've read that God cannot be explained ... only experienced.
This morning, I understand that.
