For some reason, I'm out of words. Probably a good thing because it gave me a chance to sort through some raw stuff from Hilton Head...delete some...and a couple of night shots grabbed me. And one couldn't help but play with...so you get three versions of it.
Shelter Cove and below a nearby bridge Through which aliens began coming through the walkway
Until they took over completely
And I was glad to get back home and sit on the back porch thinking about the difference between my ungreen thumb and Karen's green one, thankful for hers.