Thursday, January 12, 2012
Where the Earth Meets the Sky
In the dead of winter, when not even the seagulls dare take flight, we visited our favorite beach. I got out of the car and went on a mini-adventure while my baby slept and my husband read the paper. The sounds were so crisp in the air they seem to just hang there for only me to listen. The waves meeting the shore, the wind howling at nothing or no one in particular. This is my magic place.