We often go out to the same beach, just to sit and gaze for a while. Listening to the sounds of the crashing waves … or when they’re just lapping the shore … the saline air … the wind — it all comes together like charging our mental batteries.
The tides never fail to make me philosophical. It’s a good thing, being reminded of how small and unimportant I am, in case I’d been thinking otherwise … getting a perspective on things.
We’re not alone about choosing this spot. Quite often there’s a row of cars lined up. It looks like they’re all plugged in for charging … like cellphones 🙂
The name of this beach is Saints’ Rest. There’s a cemetery right above it, that must have the most gorgeous view a cemetery could ever have.