Wishing I had a Wish

Sitting here on a nice warm day, the windows are open, the sun shines brightly, there is no breeze and it's as pleasant a morning as you can get on Tybee Island.

Music and News streams from St. Martin on my laptop so I don't have to listen to American Politics being discussed.

I'm in a funk for several reasons.

The time changes this weekend and there is no joy in darkness at 5 in the afternoon and impending cold weather which I hate with everything in me.

All three girls have off island activities throughout the weekend so like parents of kids on Tybee we'll spend most of our time in the car leaving the pseudo-family friendly Tybee.

I'm disgusted by the elections, watch the News in Savannah in absolute disbelief at the political incompetence and the tolerance of murder on the streets.

I'm sick of racism ... it's glorification in today's popular music ... the emerging melding with violence ... and intolerance as a way of life.

Sigh ...

If I had one wish it'd be to leave all this for an island in the smaller latitudes so Sarah and I'd raise the girls there and the kids would have a permanent vacation destination.

It's not a reality at this point in my life so I'm left wishing.

I wish I had a wish.

That's how far away I am.

It's not all bad. We have lots of good times, do many cool things and, while like everyone else we want more than we have, we don't go without.

A friend wrote yesterday saying he's worried about my sadness and it's true that, like everyone, I have my share.

Unlike many though, I embrace it when it comes and, more often than not, we end up in a joyous dance.

That's what I'm doing today.

And it's a good and healthy thing to do.