This week we have a full house. My neice has opted to sleep on the sofa because the awkward age of thirteen means no more bed-sharing with her cousin. (My kid is perfectly fine to have her bed all to herself, such an only child!)
The way our home is configured, there is no where else to go when the living room/dining room/kitchen are occupied, so the past few mornings have found me on the beach as dawn breaks. The sky is streaked with a hot pink that glows translucent and shimmers like mist as dark green waves crash on the shore. A hot coffee in hand, the chill of the sand seeps through my canvas slip-ons. I sit on top of my purse because I always seem to forget to bring the necessities when I go to the beach in the early morning and a lot of the time I'm dressed all wrong.
Sitting on the beach on a quiet winter morning is nothing short of amazing. A bit dramatic, but my feelings are such that I find myself enchanted and awe-struck and complete.
Today my cameras and iPod were tucked in our bedroom where M was fast asleep. I hesitated, and then left the house knowing that sometimes my eyes and the experience is enough.
