My guy and I extended summer a bit by taking a road trip to South Carolina so we could play on the beach.
The last couple of days on the beach the sun, sky, and sea were perfection. I began my second to last day there filled with what I can only describe as pure joy and gratitude. I sunk into my beach chair, books and journal with me. Mostly though, I just tuned into my senses – felt the sun on my skin, smelled the salty air, took in the eye candy that is the Atlantic Ocean, took a meditative walk where I searched out shells and sea glass, watched my guy surf, listened to the gulls. Such bliss, all of it.
Try as I might, I couldn’t stop time and the minutes ticked away too quickly. By the end of the day I fell into a state of mourning. Mourning that my time at the beach was about to come to an end and that when I would return home the weather would be that of autumn. And I was right. When we pulled into the drive after 16 hours in the car, it was raining, the wind was whipping fallen leaves about the yard, and I needed more layers to unload the car. So grateful for the time out in the South with my guy, so sad that beach weather is over for now.
Both/and. Always.
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