A morning spent drinking Jamaican beer on a friend's gorgeous, old sailboat. Taking pictures with Holga. Watching D crack open a small fallen coconut with a hammer and happily helping him eat it. Soaking up sun after hearing all morning about the snow and cold gripping most of the continent. After a week of cold in the relative-South.

Driving, slowly, towards the Everglades, with no concrete plans. Ending up in Chocoloskee, watching the colour drain from the sky, listening to the loudness that is the wings-in-flight of enormous sea-birds. Trespassing a bit. Hoping in equal parts to, and not to, see an alligator. Or a big cat.

A nice hotel, for a steal "Located in Fabulous Mysterious EVERGLADES". A friendly desk clerk who tells D that, in his culture, left handed people are said to have a gift. An early night, in pajamas, in Southern Florida. Life is lovely.

Tomorrow, the better portion of the Everglades, then up to Jacksonville for one (two?) last night(s) before the long haul home. I am equal parts eager and feeling-insane-for-choosing-to-return-without-sturdy-cause, but it feels like time. We've been away from the farm for two weeks. And we'll be away for another week the end of January (which is so soon).

PS: Can you tell I'm not writing much in my paper journal these days? Ha. There you go, internet- I am no longer concise. Oops?