I've gone missing again ... This time for 5 months?! No excuses / no explaining, it's time to get back to normal.There is something overly calming about a grey day spent at the shore. I've explained this plenty before in the blog.
Sitting on a rock on a brisk fall evening, wrapped in a sweatshirt and watching the sunset ... there really is no better place. I've always said that I could never live in a state so far removed from the coast. How do those people do it, I wonder? Part of me thinks that they do not know what they are missing, and part of me realizes that they have other things to fill the gap. Not for me though.
Mother nature and her power expressed through the mass expanse of the ocean will always have a special place in my heart.
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I can understand your awe, inspired by the great ocean. The sea is very much like the desert; it has no memory. It can convey desolation, but at the same time, rebirth. Restarting. A new direction -- any direction.
Trips down the shore definitely provoke deep thoughts, at least for me.
Oh, and despite how you go down there, you can get these great cider doughnuts at this little farmer's stand (not that the farmer is little... he's quite tall, actually) on the side of the road. Watch for it; you might go right by it.
As in life.
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