The In Betweens

Life happens between 12 and 12, the hours rolling off with the same regularity of calendar pages. But...if your guides are the constellations in the summer sky, and spontaneity is the sun soaked keeper of the hourglass. If you chase each day as if your last breath lurks at its closing and You live in the pulsing rhythm of the Saint Simon' light strobing over head. You find yourself alive in the heel clicks of bare feet against a duned beach at dusk, and you revel in the warm laughter of friends drifting heavenward through the Spanish moss that hangs from the old oaks. Then... you have lived the moment, and can see a lifetime in the plaintive gaze from a sun kissed face and two infinite brown eyes."