Rachel’s log, bayoudate 5772.92011, our destination is bliss
I woke this morning feeling as if I was floating on a gold radiance tracing a beautiful journey to destination que será, será and behind me were streets with names like shoulda and coulda and in front of me were bridges that abruptly end, and so I did what I gave me pleasure. I made a cup of strong pur uhr and went on the front porch of the LaLa and watched the sun come up over Bayou St. John. The horizon was deep rose and youths were running around and around the bayou so fast they seemed like visions. Round and round at power speed.