Driftwood

Driftwood Beach, on the north end of Jekyll Island.

Although I worked really late last night, I made a point of getting up to see the sunrise here - it's the first time I've been back since that day.

I wish I could say it made me feel better, or somehow comforted me, to be back here again watching the sunrise, just as we did together a little over a year ago - in this last place we ever went on the last trip we ever took together.

But it didn't. It never does. There are all these things I feel like I should do, but never really know why. The reenactment maybe dispels some of the ghosts attached to the place in my mind, but it certainly doesn't make me feel any better. I'm not even sure I really want to dispel all the ghosts - what will I have left when they're gone?

As Tom Waits put it:
If I exorcise my devils, well my angels may leave too.