I've been on Galiano for 2 moons now. My legs are thick. I love them. I tell them as I hug them close to me. Rocking back and forth in the sand, curled up in a ball. Hear the waves crumble, flop, swish, bubble. Hear the bell toll over the ocean, dong, dong, dong. Hear the roar of a boat off in the distance. The gulls singing in excitement. The chirp, chirp, chirp of a small bird. The low rumble of a plane and the reverberations off the water. Rolling Rumble. I hear my voice. The sand swishing under my bare feet. Deep red nail-polish on my toes contrasts the grey-tan sand very nicely. Something crackles slightly in my bag. A wrapper from food. The waves and bell carry on their music. The sun shines from behind me, warm and gentle, through the thin veil of clouds. A crow caws, poor crow. You were not blessed with a lovely sound were you. Your caw is so death-like. Ill. Like you are crying in pain. I hear the hum of a man, his voice. He's speaking to an older woman. I look back, 2 of them. There's a Red Jacket and red hat and then a white haired man with sunglasses. He sits on the bench 20 feet behind me. The crow does a large circle around where I'm sitting. Croaking the whole time. A new plane is coming. I hear it from the West. I think its West. I'm not the best at direction. I look up, there is an eagle perching in the tree straight ahead of me. As I wrote about him, he disappeared. A chill comes with a breeze. Brr. That is brisk. I'll put my gumboots back on. So refreshing on my face. A seagull flies over me, I see his shadow go over my page. That icy breeze relieves my head ache, Thank you. So fresh. So delicious to breathe in. There are tiny ripples on the surface now. Everyone/thing is affected by the chilly flow, gust of gentle ice air. As I sand off my feet I see its time to repaint the chipping polish. The seagull lands close to me in the water. 15 feet away and calls. He opens his beak wide and tilts his head and that loud high pitch tone comes out. He waits now. Probably for his friends and family. The red jacket comes to say hi to me, she lives in Whitter Bay down South (of the Island). She's off to see if there's any early wildflowers out yet on the point. I lay down, sleepy now, in the sun. Curled up in my soft guitar case. I rest. A man comes, no hair on his head. Shaven. Younger than the older 2 here but older than me. He has headphones in. He says hi to me as he passes by. His thin black dog is shy, she runs to him when he calls to her the way I call to Gemini, "Come on, Come on." with a slap on his leg. Excited & gentle. Encouraging. She bolts to him and dances by me with a smile on her face. I rest again. I decide to head back up to my cabin.
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