Have been at it for just over a week now, traveling. A friend from High School, Josh, who has been living in Thailand for the last six years or so, picked us up from Bangkok in his car, and we've been driving ever since. Right now we're at the ocean, a relatively slow and lazy fishing town called Prachuap Khiri Khan, located on the coast of the Gulf of Thailand. It's ten in the morning. Josh and Riley are still asleep. The cars across the street, flash after flash of wave crest off the ocean, a cat. Kelli is doing crossword puzzles, like she does, and I am drinking coffee, like I do. My legs are sore from climbing the stairs of a temple a top a mountain at the edge of town where monkeys congregate in ugly packs. From there, we sat and stared at the point in the distance where the mountains became the sea. A thousand shades of clouds in the sky. The sky in the waves. The waves upon each other. No one said much. Lately, its been like that, looking and not saying. Which is good enough, I think, and honest enough as well.
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