Conil de la Frontera
Whatever good things we build end up building us.
The whole point is to live life and be - to use all the colors in the crayon box.
waist deep in the mist
I’m waist deep, waist deep in the mist
It’s almost like, almost like I don’t exist
I’m twenty miles out of town in cold irons bound
(Bob Dylan, Cold Irons Bound)
"Beauty is truth, truth beauty.
That is all ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.
Red is the ultimate cure for sadness.
The fishermen know that the sea is dangerous and the storm terrible, but they have never found these dangers sufficient reason for remaining ashore.
“What hath night to do with sleep?”
(John Milton, Paradise Lost)
I almost got arrested in Cádiz.