It’s Wednesday. Half way through the week. I was thinking a moment ago the early mornings of camping. My husband and I would get the kids up early and we would walk down to the beach, between the sandy hills, the smell of eucalyptus and the thick salty air would fill our nostrils. We felt peace here. There was something about the air, the waves pounding on shore that made me feel lost in time and completely clear my mind of any clutter.
I remember those early mornings. As we walked along the beaches we would collect Sanddollars washed to shore. I’m fascinated by the Sanddollar, have you ever really studied one? They are quite beautiful, quite intriguing with their less than perfect circle shape and five fossil-like feathery laced shapes delicately imprinted on their tops.
What I loved most about the California beaches was the warmth. I miss the warmth. Here in the Pacific Northwest beauty surrounds us. The beaches surround us, some sandy some not. The air is clean and dewey and it makes me hate my hair that much more by giving me the Witch Hazel appearance. But the warmth, the warmth is all in void. I ghastly miss the warmth.
Maybe this weekend I will take some time and walk the beach. I haven’t done this for awhile. The beaches here are beautiful and peaceful too, just not warm. If I’m lucky, I will find some sea glass. If I’m lucky, it won’t be raining.