Bike trip

Rain, rain, and more rain.
Caused an early start.
We are headed for Red Point.
The ocean is beautiful,
the sand is squeaky on our heels.
I dolphin-dived with Annie,
up and down, down and up.
We stood in a circle and sent
our wishes in sand thrown to the sea.
The audience was great;
they numbered close to 98.
For Annie's birthday,
we ate cake and pie and berries too.
Cat tells the story of the glassblower's son.
We sat by the fire with stories and wine until we,
like the embers, burnt out and slept.