Listening to "Le Violette" by Luciano Pavarotti
Lying in the aft cabin this morning, eyes still shut and clinging to sleep, I heard the Battle Cry of Paragon waft into my consciousness. Though it has many different endings, the beginning is always the same.
|Watching the world float by|
|Freezing cold, but happy to be at anchor|
|Stove top cookies!!|
|Did he notice that I grabbed some cookie dough…?|
|Last sunset in Ocracoke|