The beach was on one side of us, filled with old washed up trunks of all different kinds and sizes, dead crabs, people walking their dogs and a nice sea breeze. I do love the smell of salt water and the sound of waves crashing onto the beach.
It has been ages since I have sat in a jam session, I remember watching people jamming together use to be such a regular occurrence. Not anymore. Heather shared some of her peach cider with me, damn that was some good shit. While they were playing I read a short story by Neil Gaimen - The Witch's Headstone, I was also reminded that when I 'watched' people jam together that I would just end up reading. I also learned that there are a lot more word games that I thought there were on this planet and I am not good at them.
I can't believe we start making our way back to Edmonton tomorrow. These two weeks sure went by quickly. I really wanted to stay on the island for a little while longer.
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