A storm is brewing in Cassis.
Thunder sets the tone, rain followed and the beach emptied within seconds.
French Husband went sailing the other day with a friend, and the friend brought along two teenage boys and a big dog.
The bunch of would-be sailors are out depending on French Husband.
When I heard about the dog I thought, "I am so glad I did not go with them."
I am not worried, though I did walk out to the beach last night thinking, "I hope you don't sail in a storm."
Life
Ebb and flow,
Give and take,
Love may it come steadily upon your shore,
Soft, smooth, even…
And then when it goes back to the deep profound sea may it sing.
….
By two in the afternoon the sky clears, the sea reflects its color,
the beach bathers have returned.
And I am certain French Husband did not even blink an eye.
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