today is my 10th wedding anniversary. I am six months pregnant with my third child and 38 years old. we are all on our way to the beach for something close to two weeks. There will be dozens of people keeping us company, keeping us distracted. the children will have some more times of their lives. I will drink tea in the early morning and look out on the water from the front porch. I go on a journey to see Chakra Carol, even from the beach, so I can be cleared out and bolstered up for this highly social sabattical. I am hoping to find quietude and surety in the wallflower game I will play this year. I will try not to spend my time wishing I were more adept at chatter and alcohol. It is exhausting. I will walk on the beach with my kids, I will ask them, to no avail, to be careful on the rocks. Parallels seem only to exist in the mind. Where is a true parallel in nature? or will? fallacy. flail, you see. I will journal and I will read, because there is much empty time. There is no television and no game but dominos. The house we have stayed in these past years is being sold shortly after we will leave. There will be many photos taken. It is end times. So many are gathering. It is a matter of will as to how we all survive. and by we, I mean Me.