"Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off--then, I account it high
time to get to sea as soon as I can.” -Herman Melville
I usually feel a little let down after a wonderful vacation. A little empty handed and dazed if you will. But this time, well this time, I feel that I really wasn't able to suck up all the Thailand had to offer. I left in a rush, literally, because I was going to miss my connecting flight. I didn't have time to see the things I wanted or to sit with each of my travel companions and tell them just how they had touched my life. I feel a little cut short.
And so, to soften the blow, we headed off to the beach today. I worked a little on my art journal of the trip. We ate our picnic and I laid back on the sand and closed my eyes. I was back on Krabi beach once more. The waves sound the same.