I hop a 6 foot row of hedges: I cut through someones precious landscape lawn that hides this mansion and I find a path that leads me to this private beach... I am walking on the beach now, I am jabbering on my phone listening to worst possible story from a friend of mine yessing her to death I must cut this conversation short.... I found my spot, I see a chair just close enough to the tall grass hiding me from the owners house and the still waters of the Long Island sound..... I find myself lost in thought, lost in images. Filtering thoughts pictures, moments lasting minutes...Many random eye opening images that sputter long enough in my head to leave its taste in my mouth... Accidents on Boats: cars: motorcycles: language barriers when crossing boarders: life: women: many to many bizarre incidents to name here...Then like a knife a multitude of positive life changing moments take over my thoughts like a movie I am laughing, I am secure, I am moving happily through these moments... I reach into my bag and pull out my phone and turn it off, I don't care my friends are attempting to call me I don't care what time it is . I found this spot, this perfect spot there is no one for miles no boats, no people, no gardeners, nothing but silence. I am free, I am clear, I am ... ........... I am now at 40, I have seen it, I have felt it and I lived it. I just want to enjoy this precise moment here on Long Island...
Once again: Whether traveling / working here in New York or San Jose, Antigua, London wherever each time I find a place like this I forget the journey that got me here/ there I only remember the SPOT! For the next 40 or so years I will remember the The Journey as Much as I remember the SPOT!
