the colors of the sea. i don’t remember the first time i read sarah, plain and tall, but these words from have echoed in my head ever since.
this weekend, a trip to block island for a conference. we went by ferry and cruised up and down the island’s hills by bus. i’m not sure when it’ll happen, but i think i’m destined to live on an island eventually. i’ve spent time on islands, but only for a few months at a time, when the romance of the place hadn’t worn off by the time i had to leave. but still i think island life might be exactly what i need: everything i need in one place. the sea to lull me to sleep at night and to keep me company in the sunlight.
what do you think? could you make it on an island?