I'm wishing I were in Penzance tonight. Standing on the boardwalk, looking out over the water where a shrinking moon draws a golden path on the waves. Or smiling to myself as I sit in a tea shop with only my book for company, hardly minding the Cornish glares aimed my way---because after all, I'd feel the same way if some tourist invaded *my* tea shop. (And because there's something trustworthy in suspicion, especially when you're near a place marked out as Land's End.)

I'm wishing I could stay there awhile, maybe work in a bookshop, live in a tiny flat, and travel. Because I have Cornish heritage and Cornwall is beautiful and I said I'd see it while I was there and didn't. Maybe I'd even become a familiar sight in that tea shop.

Mostly, though, I want to be on the boardwalk, watching plush navy sky smudge velvet navy sea as day slides into night....