
Sometimes, to get out of your own head, you have to get out of your space. Longboat Key, FL is about 8 hours away from my routine writing space. The change of venue has certainly worked wonders for me and for my husband, Eric. I am a teacher by day and he fights the good IT fight on the daily. After punching the clock, I write some words and he dabbles with his music. We rarely ever get uninterrupted time to be creative and thought a change in latitude would change our attitudes. It has.
My laptop tells me I have typed up close to 20,000 words in three days and Eric has managed to get somewhere programming his Nord Stage 4 Keyboard. His 73 keys produce some amazing sounds and my 104, or so, just make clicking sounds. Together, with the sounds of the ocean in the background, I am bringing a Santa story to life and he is diving deeper into the vast musical sea of Pink Floyd.
Longboat Key has proven to be a muse of sorts. I am kind of expecting Halle Bailey to peek her head above the waves for just a second before she flips away with her mermaid tale.
Perched on the balcony of our Zilli Villa accommodations at Turtle Crawl Inn, I can watch the ocean waves ebb and flow, the palms sway, and the sea oats rustle in the wind. We have counted more than 25 sea turtle nests as we have walked up and down the beach. I wondered who watched over the nests, but it seems they are adopted by humans for the duration of their incubation.
I would like to meet Regina in person to thank her for adopting this nest. I would like to meet Regina in person to thank her for adopting this nest. Funny how you might get to know someone without ever having met them. I hope your adopted turtle family found their way to the ocean as the summer came to a close. Eric and I can only imagine the tiny critters skittering and flippering their way towards Mother Ocean. We can imagine that Regina will rejoice and look forward to another season and another adopted family.
And we will look forward to returning oceanside for another attitude change.