We went to the coast yesterday. It's been a long time--too long. I've missed the salt-damp air that soothed my skin (local desert winds have sucked the moisture out of everything.) Seeing the gentle curvature of the earth from a high clifftop as I scan the blue horizon in a sweeping glance at an ocean view so broad you can't see from one edge to the other all at once. Marveling at the power of a sea lion as he leapt from the water onto a rock six feet out of the water. Creamy clam chowder with little puddles of butter swimming on top and home-baked bread. The thrill of not-quite-surprise as a wave surges into a narrow channel and then drills water up through a spout hole where it shatters into a glassy rainbow.
It's all about living and loving in the Pac NW with all me aminals, especially the human beans. A husband, two kids, three dogs, two goats, two cats and five chickens (I should dress Beatrice up as a partridge for ... er, never mind) make for a busy life, even if I didn't like to write and paint. Did I say like? Obsess. I obsess to write and paint.