The Silken Arms of Glad Success

 When things are going sweetly, stop a moment and say (out loud): “If this isn’t nice, what is?”  Old Vonnegut’s saying coming to mind now in this breezy afternoon shade, the sandy terrace of room 15, waves of the Indian Ocean gliding along right to left.  A wondrous book (Sisters Brothers), a smoothie cocktail concoction of your own cobbling, Zambian fiancé reading in bed behind, the freedom overwhelming as you piss ahead on the cliff’s edge, relaxation level total.

One week or so to go, this time, but the start of a new whole new section of the chronicles.  Verily.  

Soak in this feeling.