As it gets cooler, the allure of dawn at the beach is greatly reduced. 45 degrees, even 55, is a bit nippy. I begin to find
reasons excuses not to go. I don’t even know where my winter clothes are. I can’t find my walk-on-the-beach shoes. My chair’s not in the car anymore.
When really I just don’t like being cold. Which is perfectly legit.
But it still warms up during the day around here. 60s and low 70s. On Saturday, it hit 63 and I decided to brave it. The sun was out, it wasn’t too windy, what the heck.
And of course it was lovely.
The waves were lovely, as always. The light was different, there were shadows where often there are none.
I didn’t have my chair, so I sat in the swing for a while and rocked a bit.
Then I decided to go adventuring – I was going to take the walkway and see where it came out on the street, just for the fun of it. Until I saw the sign. In case you can’t see it, it says: WARNING. Venomous Snake Nesting Area. Yikes. That slowed me up.
I did go part way over the walkway before I decided I was not really that interested in finding the street anyhow.
I didn’t stay as long as I might have because it was still nippy, I need to remember to dress twice as warmly as I think I need to. But Wednesday promises to be warm and sunny again and I’m taking the afternoon off anyhow, pre-Thanksgiving, so I’m going to try again then. It is definitely worth it.
In other news, I’ve started using WordPress’s new editor. We’ll see how that goes…