My eyes cannot view the sea from here
but its brackish scent wafts through
with the course of spring wind
It reminds me of times spent in its warm, emerald waters
and the passage of time
So fleeting time, in its uncharted path
ever shifting like the wild spring currents
If I could go back again
however I cannot
Here I sit in calmness
breathe what the breeze brings
And know we will again
someday.
Busted Flip Flops 
i hope so too.im bored and need to go out and eat and stop all this mad cleaning lol
Ron you speak of the universal truth right now! Thank you always for reading, commenting, and being a good human being. This will pass. Keep sane and safe and laugh a lot!!