I had forgotten what a letdown the days after meeting a huge challenge/goal can be. After all that preparation and anticipation of singing my solo in choir’s concert, I deflated like a balloon a couple days after the party ends. Seeing how busy the calendar was going to get soon (at work, blech), I decided that respite (and reward!) by the sea was required.
It was just long enough.
It’s never long enough.
Midweek. Not as many people as the middle of summer, but still a good number (DOES NO ONE ELSE WORK?). Great weather. Happy Tara.
Upon arrival, I headed out for my first boardwalk stroll. As per usual, I stopped by my good friend, Zoltar. You may remember him (or his cousin) from the now-classic 80s movie Big. There’s no better way to start the day then with a fortune, eh? And for just a dollar!
Zoltar said: “You have a very pleasant disposition and know how to make the most of it. Life for you hasn’t been too easy, but I foresee a turn of events that will give you a great deal of happiness.”
Well, thanks, Zoltar. I’m sure you say that to anybody who gives you a dollar, but on this day, that’s exactly what I needed to hear.
I spent many a moment walking, stopping to take in the sights and sounds around me. ‘Twas glorious, I tell ya.
Whilst walking on the sand, I came across this hole. It didn’t look man-, er, kid-made to me, so I found myself wondering, what type of creature would do this? Is this, like, a door to them? Alternately, if I jumped into this hole, would I end up in Wonderland or China?
A walk along the beach is never complete without ogling the fancy pants real estate. As sunset approached, I found a beauty, with LOTS of doors.
As night fell, I didn’t find myself in the UK, but I did find a pub, and outside the pub (but inside the building) was this telephone booth of old. Didn’t feel like ringing anybody, though (not that it worked). I’m a quiet person generally, but me at the beach is like others at church. Shhhhhhhhhhh. I’m contemplating.
When morning came, I opened my door (not pictured) to see the view (through the door, pictured). As long as I stare at this scene, at the waves, at the dolphins swimming by, I simply can’t get enough.
And actually, I can’t really see it — it’s so fleeting, always changing. For some reason, that’s one of the things that’s best about it. I could watch this for hours. I would be content to do nothing else for the rest of my life but sit and be with and in this, watching it happen and disappear almost simultaneously.
Find a way to carry that with me… …. … Working on that.