the tide

from a Belgium beach with the ladies

to Brussels Plaza here with a Shanghai friend

onward through Berlin, running into two pals,

back to a Boston catch-up at Frieda’s nook,

adding the Washington connection on the terrace,

and dinner-dating my man at home

before headed for the north on the weekend.

the week isn’t over yet,

and not every one can be like it,

but right now, the tide rolls in

and it’s good.