Since Murphy, Buddy, Pete, and a whole host of other mates of mine died from cancer since walk 1 ended, I think most of what I’ve written since has come from pain and loss.  But today, I write about what love is….

Love is Brotherhood (and sisterhood though only boys allowed in our tent)

Love is serving the Almighty Lint Brush

Love is sharing Maine lobster with a salivating mate even when you don’t want to

Love is a sandy tequila sunrise with El Guapo (pistola in hand)

Love is a Long Island field of lavender that you wish everyone can experience

Love is friends you meet momentarily but their impression remains for a lifetime.  (And love is for men in kilts – ello luv – u look lively in a skirt)

Love is a bonfire and a flask of B&B after snowshoeing in the mountains

Love is being at sea

Love is when you’re lost at sea

Love is even when unrequited

But love, true love, is eternal.

Love Is.

Happy Valentine’s Day.