This is your brain on sand

It is cold in the land of kkdonk. Not as cold as other places, but make my joints ache and miss the sunshine, cold. I’d blame the groundhog but honestly living here, I would be excited for just 6 more weeks of winter (well 4 since he was all shadow hunting about two weeks ago now).

It is the grey here. Some day (after I move) I want to see how many days we have little to no sunlight… lots I think. And I have learned after 20+ years in this area that when the sun is out this time of year, you stop what you are doing and go and stand in it for fear you will not see it again for awhile.

Which is probably why I love the ocean and sand, because even on cloudy days, the odds of sunshine are pretty good. I love the smell of the ocean and the feel of the sand under my feet. I love how every wave brings a chance for something new and some thing different.

One of my many favorite lines from Edna St. Vincent Millay:

…And build a little shanty on the sand
In such a way that the extremest band
Of brittle seaweed will escape my door
But by a yard or two,…

Yeah… that!

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