There is something wonderful about being at the beach. It doesn't matter what the weather is because the sound of the waves crashing, the seagulls crying and the wind howling is just as relaxing as any other day at the beach. When you go to the beach you bring along a satchel of books, a good bottle of wine and the desire to renew your spirit.
On beach days like this I'm reminded of my youth and the many mornings our family would head out to the beach for an all day affair. We usually went to a beach that had a campground or picnic area where my dad would cook up a truly awesome breakfast. It was always noon or later before the fog lifted, if it lifted at all. We would all be huddled up and shivering waiting for the sun to come out. But I always had a book to read until I could shed the clothes and start worshipping the sun.
Our first day here at the Outer Banks was stormy and we read our books most of the day (I'm currently reading Antonement). And, from this incredible beach home we look out directly at the ocean and our day was spent watching the storm come and go all day, leaving only once to go eat some really great seafood and bring back a bottle of wine.
Today, we were greeted with calmer waves and a partly cloudy sky. We each took our private time on the beach, picking up seashells and other treasures, taking time to say thanks for this awesome time together, or saying our own private prayers.
I can't think of any other place I'd rather be right now!
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