All summer, we did not get to go camping as we usually do. We did not even make it to the beach one time. Buying a house and moving is quite disruptive to normal routines and ours consumed an entire season. The coast, however, is my happy place. No, it is more than happy. It is my blissful place. My boys and I made it to the coast on Sunday at long last.
The soft sand beneath our feet grounds us. The salty air cleanses us. The ocean breeze rustling the coastal spruce trees is our soundtrack. The dramatic clouds rolling onshore at the end of the day is our slide show. Breathe with me.