I don't know what happened this morning, but woke up with the semi-serious blahs. But they didn't last too long. After a little jaunt to the library and the local nursery all was back in balance. Then we took a magnificent walk on Maxwelton Beach this afternoon. I was bemoaning (yes, I can bemoan with the best of them) that I really miss living somewhere walkable. That was the greatest thing about Claremont. I could be in the Village in five minutes. Library, post office, cafes, movie theater...all within walking distance. We don't have that luxury at our home on the island. We've got woods to walk if we so desire but seeking the sun is a priorty when one lives in the woods. So when the sun shines our deal is to hop in the car and find a walk.
Today's walk along the beach was sublime. By the time we finished I realized what an extraordinary gift we have right here. Rocks and shells and driftwood, the sounds of waves lapping on shoreline pebbles, eagles and herons roosting on pier posts, scoters and shorebirds we don't know what to call, the Olympics in the distance, and sun on our faces. This works, we'll take it, a perfect cure for the blahs.
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