{"id":290,"date":"2010-04-17T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2010-04-17T01:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/?p=290"},"modified":"2014-10-01T03:07:31","modified_gmt":"2014-10-01T03:07:31","slug":"wandering","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/?p=290","title":{"rendered":"Wandering&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/heart.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 257px;\" src=\"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/heart-300x192.jpg\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\"id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460894267147775746\" \/><\/a><br \/>to a moonlit September beach<\/p>\n<p>crab traps, fishing poles and the little compartments of a tackle box<\/p>\n<p>to wildflower-strewn hillsides in W. Virginia<\/p>\n<p>toasting marshmallows on a stick and waiting for the whippoorwills to call<\/p>\n<p>to the smooth path of a wake behind the boat<\/p>\n<p>night walks with Luka, the warm lights of other people&#8217;s lives as we pass outside<\/p>\n<p>to the first breath of salty air coming home over the bridge<\/p>\n<p>the enchanted fairy-tale scent of beach plum in the dunes<\/p>\n<p>to the places and people that don&#8217;t change<\/p>\n<p>the rumbling happy tone of your voice<\/p>\n<p>to lingering can&#8217;t-say-goodbye sunsets<\/p>\n<p>the echoes of footsteps, no words between us<\/p>\n<p>to winnowing snipe, pasture horses and more ticks than I&#8217;ve had on me in my life in N. Dakota<\/p>\n<p>the stars and darkness gathered all around us, mixed with the sound of the ocean<\/p>\n<p>&#8211; &#8211; &#8211; &#8211; &#8211; &#8211; &#8211; &#8211; &#8211; &#8211; &#8211; &#8211; &#8211; &#8211; &#8211; &#8211; &#8211; &#8211; &#8211; &#8211; &#8211; &#8211; &#8211; &#8211; &#8211; &#8211; &#8211; &#8211;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-style:italic;\">Where does your mind wander to?<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>to a moonlit September beach crab traps, fishing poles and the little compartments of a tackle box to wildflower-strewn hillsides in W. Virginia toasting marshmallows on a stick and waiting for the whippoorwills to call to the smooth path of a wake behind the boat night walks with Luka, the warm lights of other people&#8217;s &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/?p=290\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Wandering&#8230;<\/span> <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2269,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[10,15,9],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/290"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=290"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/290\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/2269"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=290"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=290"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=290"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}