Journal entry from past times

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Mount Vernon hotel. Quiet.  Barbara writing.  Pricy supper in Bow. Ambience. Dahlias in jars and vases- end of summer flower. Weary body- outside for hours.  Meditating. B walked with me on my traditional end of day walk 'round.  I relish our drive down onto the Skagit Flats, skirting Samish island then Edison (a bakery there now!) and then Bow to the Rhodendron restaurant. Two baskets of warm bread. Noodles. Chicken Parmesan (I couldn't taste it but did find breading) tomato sauce under done steamed broccoli and a nasturtium flower. This day fed me.  Those moments on the log nourished me.  Dave supported me in getting me to that precious precise moment. Heady wine, swallowing whole those swallows. I could choke on that sight the glorious ritual swallows intent on feeding their bodies arcs of sunlight their feathers taut. I dance in spirit first one then another dips into the channel's water rising into the vernal channel a trajectory of joy. This post probably will mean little to others. Barbara. She shared the writer's retreat with me. Now she has just turned 90. In those long past days I was able to walk miles with others. We walked along the inner bay and estuary of the Pacific ocean, sharing the beauty and later, sitting to write and reflect. Perhaps I should make a pact with myself to return to that area next year. Anyway, thanks for reading my maundering!