Magic unexpectedly spins itself around me.
Yesterday I rode bareback on a horse.
I caught chickens, held them, and pet them. They were much softer than one would expect. And they made gentle noises, which I found very soothing and pleasant. Then I ate their eggs (which are real. not grocery store eggs.)
I took photographs in back alleys. I met great new people. I people watched at a bar (which was not encouraging).
All in all, it was a spectacular day.
Then, this morning...
I ate a wonderful breakfast of granola, fruit, and yogurt at the beach on top of an abandoned gunnery. Wicked. It was warm and the wind was lazily playing with my hair.
I love Rhode Island.
