The last of the seven vacation sunsets was enjoyed this evening. We have a fairly new tradition of eating steamed and seasoned shrimp on the beach the final night of vacation. Time plays funny most of the time, but vacation time really works trickery on the vacationers. My family seemed to get on board with “man, this week flew past,” but I’m not sold on that. I don’t particularly feel that it was fast or slow. Sinking deep into moments helps keep perspective on time, or, it just washes it out completely. Regardless, it was juicy and full, mellow and joyful, salty and sweet.