Nope. Why not? How could TAB’s brill grand jeté be anything else but fabulosity on frosted cherry tea cakes? Because I knew, beyond any doubt, that this burst of energy was his last hurrah – that he was still gonna die and very wicked, awful soon too.
This little pesadilla woke me right the fuck up. Thinking it's way too early to be awake, I dove back into Hypnos’ warm, cozy arms, hoping for happy, fluffy kitten dreams. No damn dice for Donna though. Twice I tried and both times brought me right back to TAB vaulting out of my arms, off the bed and, ultimately, into nothingness.
So yeah, I gave up on Cot Time. Morpheus was being way too much of a nasty-ass, heartbreaking rat-bastard. I'd totally, seriously break up with him (for good this time!) if I could.
Now completely, painfully conscious, I needed calm, meditative beauty and I needed it fast. After dishing up brekkie for Coco and Ghost Cat, I grabbed my cameras and motored down to Nantasket. Sure, sunrise was more than an hour away BUT I figured an early dawn beach-walk would be just the thing.
The tide however, was not being at all cooperative. I could climb down onto a wee patch of sand but a miles long walk was not gonna happen – not for hours. Ah well, I think I snagged a few good pics anyway. The waves in dawn's half-light are ferocious beauties. (click on the pics if you wanna embiggen them)
A thought – should I be reincarnated as a rock and roll diva (and I so should be!), I believe my name's gonna be Dark Ruby Ocean. Oh yeah.
|and back home for sunrise|