It seems like summer in January. We are surrounded by sun and gentle breezes, the birds are delighted and surprised -so are people. Dogs go racing along the beach,flying after far flung balls.
Time to stop and think and walk. Peace for free.How many generations in history were grateful for a break in winter, no wind or ice or snow.
Geese flying overhead,not sure whether they should be going north or south. We walk on the sands of time on the beach and after every tide the waves smooth things over as if we had never been.The salty sea air and wet seaweed mingle like the scent of time as they have done for generations. Each generation with their own joys and sorrows but always the waves and the sand and the sound of the gulls.
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