They gave in because I always want to see the bridge, the old bridge over the Bahia Honda Channel. “Can we drive down to look at the bridge?” I started the car and drove along the shoreline toward the park exit. Making the Days Count #BahiaHonda /9lYrbioX9Y I had scribbled Making the Days Count dot org in the sand earlier and when we left the tide had erased my mark. The tide had begun to rise and by the time we packed our things and readied to return home the water’s edge was a few feet from our spot. O was reluctant to leave as she was having such a good time in the surf. B watched as we constructed, then walked the beach searching for seashells, then we all took an ocean dip. We arrived late in the day and the beach was mostly ours. It’s shaped who we are and how we look at the world. In all of our lives – my life, my wife’s life, W and O’s lives, as well as the life of our family. Much has happened in between that first visit, and now. We visit the beach every time we are here. Yesterday afternoon we took a trip to one of our favorite beaches, Bahia Honda State Park. That is a short dash, but much happened in between, the sun’s rays were visible well before the sun broke the horizon and finally appeared above the cloudbank in the east. Slowly sipping my coffee, I snapped 85 photos in the 43 minutes from first to last photo. I made my coffee and watched patiently as the sun rose above the horizon.

Yesterday morning I was up early for the sunrise. He referred to the dates on the tombstone However, it’s more important to live life rather than think about it. It’s a wonderful, and deep, concept to consider. The poem is about a eulogy and what is most important in our lives, what happens in the time between when we are born and when we die. I remember reading an article about the poem, “The Dash” by Linda Ellis. It’s what happens in between which matter most. 7:34 – the sun is above the clouds and morning has broken

Poem the dash