I wait for the sea.
I wait through the long winters and the rainy days. As soon as it is warm enough, I pack my beach blanket and a book (and toys for the kids) and head to the sea.
It is a soothing, calming place and I cannot get enough of it.
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The tide was out when we arrived at the beach.
Sand bars like smooth islands shone in the sunlight, speckled by seagulls and seashells. The water was a mirror for the shoreline.
It was morning and the beach was almost empty, so few footprints interrupted the patterns made by the tide. Ripples, salt lines, pebbles, and snail trails embellished the sand.
The sea makes its own art.
I closed my eyes for a minute at the beach yesterday.
The wind from earlier in the day had died; my kids were in the trailer; it was just me and the Bay of Chaleur.
So I sat down in my fold-up chair, stretched out my legs into the sun, and closed my eyes. The only sounds were the gentle swishing of the water as it lapped the shore and the occasional laughing gull. I breathed in the sweet salt air and let the warmth of the sun feed my soul. Too soon, summer will be over (somebody, please slow it down!), and these things will be but a memory and a wish.
I believe I was made for summer.
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