I had to get out of the house today. My husband is napping. I talked my daughter into going to the beach with me. It’s about a mile or so from our home.
The cold wasn’t too bad until we were past the bluffs. Which by the way, had a huge crack. I hadn’t been to this beach in so long, I cannot believe how much more the bluffs had eroded. The wind picked up and I thought my ears would get freezer burnt. But my gosh it was so gorgeous outside.
Just a small adventure to remind myself to enjoy nature, and despite the cold, I had almost forgotten that being near the beach is why we moved here. It always brings me a sense of peace.
Summer simply cannot get here fast enough. Not that I’m wishing my life away, but I miss the warmth and being outdoors all too much!
I had also forgotten about this creepy, building. It’s been there forever and my daughter was daring me to look inside. I told her no way, I’m pretty positive Candyman lives in there. I’d never sleep again!
On the walk back I found this rock. It reminded me of a broken heart, which made me think of my father. He loved the beach.
Here’s to more adventures. And remember to live, laugh, love!