Deepen them, it has. And it has also brought them to the surface attached to long held memories.
Memories which ironically involve a full moon. And the sound of winter's silence outside a frosted window. And the warmth beneath heavy blankets. And the way the moonlight filled the room.
And that's about all I'm gonna say on this day.
I went out to cheer up at one of my secret spots. Literally. I went to North Beach and hit the Secret Spot. I had a bowl of carnitas, topped with cheese, rice, beans, and pico de gallo.
It wasn't very photogenic, but it was muy bueno.
I headed over to The Wall to check out the waves, but they were pretty blown-out by then, and I was glad I didn't bring my board.
On the way back I stopped by Cinnamon Rainbows which was having a huge sale, but it wasn't retail therapy I was after.
It was definitely more food.
So I buzzed over to Las Olas Taqueria over on Route 1 in downtown Hampton, NH.
These did the trick.
I should have taken a side shot of them, but there are two freshly toasted soft corn tortillas in there filled with ancho beef, rice and beans, romaine lettuce, pico de gallo, cheese, sour cream, salsa verde, fresh cilantro, and fresh-squeezed lime.
Mucho gusto.
Speaking of memories, I always get a good rush when I think of Las Olas because it reminds me of a spring break that I spent on a sailboat in Ft. Lauderdale that was docked right off Las Olas boulevard, a stone's throw from the Candy Store. And that's all I'm gonna say about that.
Tonight after the full moon rose, I went to another secret spot. I took a picture and said yet another prayer.
Photos of sunsets and moon rises only look great when you've got a nice long lens for them. But this one looks like a painting for some reason. I'll keep it.
After all, it's more symbolic than anything.
It's not for me anyway.
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