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. Dancing on ice cold sand and barnacle rocks in tender feet while the waves tickle up the shoreline pushing foam over my toes.
My DH and I fantasized about making a life at the coast. Spending the day there made me feel young again as I relived a thousand memories, and at the same time I saw so many things through new eyes as our guest saw the ocean up close for the first time in his life--recanting old rules and warning about the dangers of our wild coast reminded me that I've learned a thing or two over the years about the melding place of land and sea.
I miss sailing too.
Spending a day at the coast is always wonderful. Spending it with family and friends--yeah. It was a really good day.
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