Summer Intermission

It was our last walk until school starts in the fall.  My friend stays at a small magical island of the coast of Maine for the summer.  There are beaches there with millions of round rocks that thunder when the wind blows. If you have your windows open at night when you go to sleep, you can hear the distant thunder of these rocks from quite far away. There is also a mysterious and wonderful door in the middle of a path in the woods.  When you go to this island you can hear your soul.  I understand why she goes.  I will miss our walks but the intermission is ok because I know when school starts in the fall we will resume our 15(!) year tradition of our weekly five mile walk.  We usually do lunch at Margarets after our walk. My friend's daughter joined us for lunch because she is home from school and I love her.  She is beautiful inside and out and I am glad to know her.