ANOTHER BEACH

At the beach, life is different. A day moves not
from hour to hour, but leaps from mood to
moment. We go with the currents, plan around
the tides, follow the sun.  We measure happiness
by nothing we can hold...nothing we can catch.
Everywhere life is jumping and elusive
momentously momentary.

~ Sandy Gingras

I spent the week waking before the
sun so I could walk on the shore as
it rose to greet the day.

I played with my favorite five year old
in the pool, the lazy river, the hot tub,
the beach, going back to my room each
night with pruned fingers and toes.

I had a great view from my room and
ate my dinner on the balcony listening to
the waves.

I saw a pair of mallards that reminded
me of my Lauren and Humphrey.

I played tourist in another beach town
that wasn't my own and realized I like
my quiet spot on the beach. I really don't
do crowds well.

I spent time with my daughter and
granddaughter making memories.

And now I'm home preparing for another
week with Emerson who will arrive tomorrow
morning to spend the week with me.

Love,
Tracey
XO