The beach is not a place to work; to read, write or to think.I've always found it hard to turn off my brain. This has been handy on long distance drives (like between Atlanta and Austin) where I could really chew over ideas. The down side has been sleepless Oh Dark Thirty episodes of sitting up with a Brain that won't spin down for the night. Been more than a couple of those over the last few years.
- Anne Morrow Lindbergh, Gift from the Sea
And yet I find that this trip has seen my brain sort of shut down for an extended time. I'm not sure if it's for an overhaul, an upgrade (yeah, as if), or just to catch its second wind. Perhaps it's been not having the kids here, or the dogs, and so there's not a sequence of duty-duty-duty, of a day filled to overflowing with things that must needs be done.
Instead, I find that I have this. And my brain is beginning to untwist, like a protein molecule uncoiling as it de-natures. It's a surprisingly (to me) enjoyable feeling.
Blogging will likely not be up to par, because my brain is right now out for a moonlight walk on the beach. I dare say that it'll be back in time to go back to Atlanta. Hope so.