I’m no real fan of blue skies days. I mean, I don’t think every blue-sky warm day is “beautiful,” as I so often hear. Give me some clouds, a little fog, wisps of mist. Variety.
Well, after lots of weeks of rain and dark skies, it was sunny today, and it was “beautiful.”Such a change.
I’ve started paddling again (inspired by a young neighbor/waterman who paddles at night), and went paddling in the channel around noon today, crossed to the other side and spent an un-planned hour or more beachcombing, running, wading along the sandy beach. You brothers and sisters of the beach tribe will understand when I say it was an exquisite beach day (you can never tell until you get there, right?).
Very few people on beach, bit of breeze so air was fresh, clear green water flowing in the shallows, lotsof new shells. The light, shadows, the warm sun, foam from small waves breaking on sand…all working together. I was so excited!