Caricias

While spending time with my dear friends Michael & Kathy at Casita del Mar, I slept in a room opening onto the deck with a view of the Gulf across the road. Sometimes I would leave one of the French doors open, to hear the surf.

Sunday evening, correction, in the wee hours of Monday morning, I awoke, opened the door, & walked onto the deck.

Because of Tropical Storm Hermine, the Gulf was roaring, the waves fierce, beating against the rocks, crashing & flying over them onto the road.

And sometimes, as I stood there, tiny droplets of spray crossed in the wind over the road and caressed my face.

And I felt everyone who had touched my life & the undeniable presence of God.

Caricias.