365 Days, almost. Day 3


I’m sitting poolside, feet in the warm water. I’m sipping a serious syrah from Sicily when a  drinking buddy stops to visit. It’s a dragonfly, an animal I have never seen here before.  It skips over the oval pool, taking quick nips of water while flying a convoluted ‘figure eight” inches above the aqua.  And then in a heartbeat, the bug speeds off.  I turn my attention to puffy clouds above being pushed by the trade winds west.


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