Light plays some pretty cool tricks here. I thought this might inspire a poem, and it still could, but all that’s entered my head are thoughts of dead things drowning. A little too dark, perhaps. The devil, he’s making me do it. He’s doing a little number with my mind. Maybe it’s because I renewed my temple recommend, maybe I’m just plain weak. It’s frustrating.

I went to a couple of parks in Jacksonville today in an attempt to clear my head. I was out for about five hours, and approximately two of those hours I drove. Not complaining, really; just an observation.

More photos here.

I went to the beach for about 17 seconds on Saturday, April 25, 2009.  It was at Jacksonville Beach. It was a little bit crowded, the sun was high, the sand wasn’t too fine, and the water was perfect. For some reason I didn’t bring a swimsuit. Maybe I thought the water was going to be too cold. Anyway. My brother and I played in the sand for a little bit. I took some pictures. Mom and Tom went for a walk. My brother and I tossed around a frisbee. I waded in the ocean for a while, then people were hungry and wanted to go out to eat. Then we ate. Then we went home. I wish we would have been able to spend a little more time there. Here’s a photo of me at the beach as we were about to leave. I haven’t shown this much skin since the last time I went to the beach, a little less than a year ago. Children, cover your eyes.

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Ha, just kidding.

I took quite a few pictures in Jacksonville, but ask me how motivated I am right now to post them.

Um, I’m having A LOT of fun here.
I love it, but at the same time, it’s a little disconcerting.
Went to the temple this morning with a friend.
The drive to Orlando was wonderful.
That’s still my favorite temple, you know.  Manhattan is terrific, but I hadn’t been to Orlando in nearly seven years. I missed it, and I didn’t realize how much until I saw it, then I was inside, and all these memories came flooding from when I used to attend the temple at least monthly since August 2000.

I went to a birthday party this evening, where I saw some familiar, friendly faces. Man, the same feelings I had for the temple, I had for these people. Also, they made me stuff my piehole until I was in pain. Y’all, the love language of the South (and most Asian homes) is food. Food is the way to go.

And so, now maybe I have to speak in church on Sunday. I’m not sure how that happened.

This is so much more comfortable and welcoming and … fun than I expected.

It feels pretty good to be home.

Tomorrow, we go to the beach. Frank will join us. Yay. It’s been over a year since I’ve seen that dork. Man, I love that kid.

Friends back in NYC, maybe you should break out your aloe reserves, just in case. This body has not seen the sun in ages.

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