and I dread this, last night on vacation, moreso the separation, all week I almost felt ownership here, now, on a friday night, with quite the unexpected temperature, the land is over run, humanity gone amuck on the precipice of pure natural beauty and energy, I don’ts blame them, or hate them, but somehow it creeps into my week, perhaps I too, should revel, the sights, the sounds, intoxication of so many senses at so many levels, is his happiness and I just don’t get it? I would rather be alone on a pier with my peers the gulls and fishes below, let alone to listen to a breeze, a tide, the wild calls of birds, all week this place has been a shell, an almost ghost town, traffic regulations are swept aside for the locals, traffic lights only blink gold, and tonight, like a light switch flicked on, this is more of a carousel, I can barely hear the crashing waves over the din, kids kicking frisbees down the promenade, elderly couples walking, perhaps their last miles, all under the fabulous reign of a full bright moon, am I living on the same earth as them? I wonder. cover bands galore, one on every corner, every bar, mostly good, I feel like a stranger in a town I have been coming to for 40 years now, what is the measure of success or happiness? and when is it spent? I can barely hear the ocean when all week she was within ear’s reach window open, the 6th floor of the hotel I am on, to neatly open the sliding glass door, and that dynamic roar was there as if on my balcony itself, and barely now can I make it out, a block seems to be miles now as I struggle to make out that tide from the tide of humanity, descended upon, how can I blame them, we just have differing ideas of this place, who am I to say I am correct and not them, so then, my last night here seems to claw back the calm that inhabited my mind and consciousness, perhaps this is a good primer as I merge back into day to day reality, my normal routine, the work, the grind, but I wonder what my daily life might be missing when I am not feeding the goodness of my soul fulltime like I do on vacation, even in this last day into a last night, well, there is always tomorrow morning, and breakfast at the pancake house, because that is the way I have always done, before my ride home, from this familiar charging station, one more time has filled me with life…

notes… I have not posted much this week, I was on (am) vacation in Cape May NJ… for videos and such check out my Youtube channel, maybe that helps explain this post better… this is one of my happy places, I come here every year, and have almost my entire life