The Quiet Thread

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Denny

In an attempt to be quiet I've decided to purchase and SLR camera and hide behind lamp posts to take pictures from afar. Although someone suggested to me that it might be inappropriate. Can't think why?

We spent much of our lives naked. Sometimes on secluded sections of a beach, in small boats, among other nudists in remote areas of no-nude beaches, at many nude legal beaches, nudest resorts, etc. Even before the cell camera and digital camera people were sneaking photos.
Some say it's illegal. Some say in public we are public domain. I suppose you could be arrested, fined, beat senseless, yet millions of photos are taken everyday without asking permission.

Now for my quiet story.
One hot June while living in NW Florida my wife and I took the Chevy van and midsized RV and headed for the Florida Keys, planning on spending several months. Being retired it didn't matter where we went. All we needed was gas, enough money for a campsite, and food.
The Fl Everglades is mosquito infested and hot during summers. People in their right mind avoid it so camping is free. Minor detail, there is no electricity to run AC or a fan. We had food, water, and everything else we'd need.
So we followed the main narrow park road to the far side, Flamingo, a former town long ago. Now a well mowed grassy palm tree scattered flat RV park with views of what is called Florida Bay, the Gulf of Mexico to me.

We spent two weeks in one spot. Close by was a nice restroom with showers and electric service. We could poop, get clean, and make coffee, as I used my lectric razor.
It was so quiet we could hear waves lapping the shoreline in the distance. We could hear coconuts and palm fronds fall.
We lived on love, coconuts, and camping food for two full weeks. The only sounds were a few mowers one afternoon. Otherwise so quiet and piecefull we never wanted to leave. No wonder people dream of deserted islands.
By the way, it was during a dry year. The river of grass was not flowing. No moquitos but plenty of alligators searching for water holes. http://i.imgur.com/FI3pNCL.jpg

 

[lakesailer_mi]

I sit here, in the quiet of the morning. The coffee blurbling through the system the only noise at first. The light growing. The sound of a house full of loved ones slowly waking, beds creaking, water running. Knowing that the day will be filled with laughter, food, and loved family (both new and old).

But I also sit with silent tears in my eyes. Twenty three years ago, we had the very first thanksgiving with my daughter. She is not home this year, for the first time. While the house is full, there is a huge hole. And this is just the beginning of a new era in my life.

Time marches on. But this morning, I enjoyed the quiet.