All of the best days of my summer have taken place at a beach. I’m so lucky to live on an Island, where one only needs to take a short drive to find water. My mother and I found this area out at Cabot, almost entirely down the beach, which is the definition of magical perfection. It’s in a more sheltered area, so the water is wonderfully warm, and it drops from a sandbar into water that goes up to my neck. We have been calling it our personal Island as no one else seems to be aware of its awesomeness. I swear that there is something about swimming in the ocean that magically heals problems.
The summer is coming to a close and I’m not so much looking forward to it. I love the Fall, but not the Winter. I’m going to end up increasingly isolated, with no areas in nature to run off to and breathe.
Oh well, at least I got to have a few lovely moments in these difficult last few months.
Do any of you have an area in nature that makes everything feel a little better?