Soon after arriving, we took to the streets on bikes and spent hours wandering around their community. Hours.
We stopped to pet horses,
marvel at the wonder of a tiny turtle friend,
(bye, little one - travel safely!)
stare down at the barnacles attached to a pier post while hoping to spot a manatee,
and imagine what it would be like to swim in the indoor pool behind that front door.
Maria pointed out a friend's home which was under renovation - a beautiful home that had been purchased for $1.6 million and was being gutted and rebuilt.
I stared at the many porches and decks on this home with untamed envy as I pictured myself sitting there with books, Bibles, and journals spread out every morning. Then I got my envy back under control and rode on.
In truth, my riding companions had left without me, and I had to catch up.
Solitude and silence are calling my name.
Bidding me to return, to sit, to bask,
to find rest for my weary soul.
To them both, I say, "I'll be back."