Sometimes the greatest memories happen when the weather is dreary and wet.
Places are often best explored while most people are hiding from the rain.
Sometimes, there are islands where wild horses roam.
If you are lucky, they delight you with their presence.
Sometimes, a wild horse may be male, and have a very large horse penis.
When you kayak close to take pictures, you just may get stared down by the alpha.
Sometimes, they look you dead in the eye, and urine agressively in your direction, with a thingy ma bobber the size of your thigh.
Aroused, and angry are two very different things. When not able to determine, it is best to paddle away.
Sometimes we lock ourselves in our house to keep dry like the rest.
We watch “The Hot Chick” with Rob Schneider, and laugh until we sweat.
Laughing in our stagnant dungeon, is fun for a while.
But then nothing is funny any longer, and we are just two sweaty people & a panting dog in a small space.
The rain then becomes the greatest way bathe.
Sometimes, as the hours pass, we get bored of the house, and of looking at eachother.
We go on quests to find new faces, new places, and new forms of entertainment.
Desperation for conversation outside of Katie’s and my own, usually leads to the utmost erratic encounters.
Sometimes, there is an empty Island, with and empty beach.
If you are lucky, there will be nobody there, but three, kind, and thoroughly entertaining southern boys.
Sometimes, the best way to make new friends, is to walk up to them like you have known them since you were little kids.
If only I was in this bold of a mood everyday.
Somedays, I don’t want to talk to anyone, and on others, I want to talk to everyone.
Sometimes, this is how we make new best friends.
Sometimes, I imagine myself never having left Cumberland Island. Your loveliness is irreplaceable.