I came back too soon from my bright and beautiful trek up north. On my way there, I drove under blazing blue skies and arrived into a foggy veil of silver. Perfect. I’m a fan of fog. Especially the kind that blows in off the water when your eyes are closed for just a minute.
I checked into my room and couldn’t get to the shore fast enough. This was my view from the parking lot. An ocean filled to the brim with churning water. I sat. I walked. I took a lot of photos. I stared up at every kind of sea bird that flew overhead until my neck was aching.
I went back to my room turned on the fireplace. Turned it back off. Sat on the bed. Sat in all the chairs. Looked in the bathroom. Lay on the giant sized bed. Grinned. Went back to the beach.
I am 12, not 46 and my family is here on the vacation we never took and somehow I got a room all to myself! It’s fun here! There’s stuff to do! Places to investigate. Roses to smell. Darting black birds to watch that make trilling noises. Little ones with small red patches on their wings. I’ve never seen those before!
I thought of one of my all time favorite lines from a book I read several years ago:
The world can crush you with its beauty.
Oh yes it can. Yes. It. Can.
In case you’re interested, I made a video. It’s over HERE. My friend Dorothy is on it. She lives in the little village of sand and fog. We had lunch. She is who I look to when I want to see a model of how my life can be in 30 years. I’ll introduce you to her tomorrow. She’s Fabulous with a capital F.