sand castles

Yesterday, was one of those days I would had rather not surfed.  Mukey water, wind on it, and no swell – not to mention a tight schedule.

My window was at sunset… I suited up without even looking at it… does it really matter? I still had to go!  I ran from the car to up the path way to get my heart rate up a little – and when I got to the top of the stairs, I was taken back.

No one in sight.

Not one surfer.

Not one walker on the beach.

No one watching the sunset.

I know it is most likely circumstantial considering the conditions, but part of me feels like the ocean is really offering me this space and time before the project comes to and end to reflect.

I walked down the steps and stuck my feet in to the sand.  I love walking pass the days doings… I saw tiny baby footsteps, and soon to be washed away sand castles. As I looked out passed the surf the horizon seemed to be covered in whale spouts back lit by the sunset.  Sort of ridiculously beautiful.

I caught a couple poo poo water closeouts and stood  in waist deep water for a while.  Just feeling the current push at me from the North.

4 more days…