The SconeLady awoke with a start at 3:30 a.m. Pitch black though it was, she could faintly see the reflection of light on water from her nighttime window. 'I must be dreaming,' she whispered, thinking she heard the familiar cadence and rhythm of the sea. But the sound faded as she came to her senses and realized this: she was not yet in Cornwall. Oh, sigh. The SconeLady would not find sleep again this night, and decided she might just as well get up.
There was still one more week and a day to wait, before she would climb into a massive steel tube and roar eastward. It was a toss up as to whether it was more fun to plan, or to go. Both were fabulous and made her smile. A lot. She came silently down the stairs (smiling), and turned on the Keurig for her first, and traditionally only, cup.
Out came the laptop, that familiar portal to which she could retreat, to search and to plan. There was an intriguing Netflix movie on pause, but her way lay not there. She had much more compelling things to do! And, combing slowly through her beloved lists, she was soon lost to the world.
See you along the way!
Reflection of light on water
St Ives Harbor, September 2014