Haven

North Haven. Watching the orange sky fade- approaching darkness. Your beauty far outweighs the hour ferry ride- but I suppose that is the charm. Friday night Nebo dinner- Martini- induced dance party. Oysters that didn't settle. Sober fall down a flight of stairs. bye bye. hugging a bucket on a bunk bed- listening to my dear friend cursing the oysters. bleeding. bang my head. fall again. wake up feeling 90 years old. 7:30 ferry. laughter the whole way back. Main-land. still not as satisfying as the sunrise over the rocky coast line. (sigh)