Yes. It’s true. Every once in a while the army sends you somewhere nice. A place you might actually enjoy living. It’s almost like a well deserved reward for all of the other crap. Well, that’s the way it should work anyway, because there is a lot of other crap.
That is where we are now.
Coffee from sun up til sun down. Rocky shores and cold feet and toes.
Cool evenings and salty breezes.
Walks through forests green. Fresh air, and pine trees.
Sea-side farmer’s market. Fresh fruit and berries.
The days seem longer. The sun rises earlier and sets later.
Exploring every corner.
Catching crabs on the beach.
Houses dot the hillside overlooking the sound. Cedar shake shingles. Narrow streets easily lost within. A step back in time.
How lucky I must be to live in such a place.