Quiet Days, Celebratory Nights

This week is vacation week. We are hanging out with family, reading, doing some shopping and baking, and watching lots of football. Among the things I’m not doing:
– writing papers
– reading professional journals or books
– answering emails from people at home (no offense to my friends, because I am Spacehooking a bit…)

Even though it’s cold and windy, the sun is shining and I am reveling in the birdwatching and “doing nothing” agenda for today.

Across the lonely beach we flit,
One little sandpiper and I,

And fast I gather, but by bit,

The scattered drift-wood, bleached and dry.

The wild waves reach their hands for it,

The wild wind raves, the tide runs high,

As up and down the beach we flit,
One little sandpiper and I.

-Celia Thaxter

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