I'll be brief with my thoughts.
Before the last bridge into Grand Isle we were getting hit by a heavy rain (no lightning). As we approached the bridge I noticed a pedestrian sidewalk that was divided from the lanes of traffic. Unlike yesterday, I said something. I yelled. But the three in front of me (even though just a few feet away) did not hear and started the climb. I stopped and took the sidewalk/path over the bridge. At the top and still in a heavy rain, I stopped. 5/6 of the sky was grey or black and full of rainy weather. The 1/6 to my right was clear and with blue skies. I tried connecting thoughts and deeper metaphors involving rain and blue skies. I thought about Noah and the Whale and their song Blue Skies. But mostly I just enjoyed the feeling of the heavy rain, on a pedestrian path alone, with a small sliver of blue sky shining through.
We made it to the beach.
We ran out of road.
And again instead of forcing feeling, I just let it happen. And what happened... Least Terns were hovering and diving into the water, fish were jumping, a Reddish Egret was doing its wing dance to scare some food, and smaller fish were scattering in the water. I knew why the smaller fish were scattering and a few moments later, the dolphins appeared.
I can't quite fathom that what I've done is anything special. I just rode my bicycle for 18 days and 1800 miles trying to pick up on what was happening around me.
And I miss my friend.
Track 11: Jonsi - Saint Naive. To know there's nothing you can do.
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