water dreams
the great sea was calling us,
and we followed.
...spent a couple days in the sandy little beach town of stinson beach.
we wandered through the woods to the shoreline and the bright sun,
where the sea lily and iris and poppy and bush lupine are in full bloom,
the air so fresh with salty rasp and the fragrance of blossoms, it makes your eyes water.
darin put a lens on his camera that makes photos all hazy and misty.
these are all his shots.
i am a water sign and drawn to all bodies of water with great fervor.
i spent my earliest years near san diego and we went to the beach all the time; i remember the feeling of being buried in sand, of my skin burning as momma brushed the sand off before we could get in the car, of my hands plunging for sand crabs and their desperate tickle before i let them go to burrow back into their warm familiar sandy home. i even remember the briny taste of the ocean filling my mouth, my lungs, being pulled under by a strong current with my tiny grandma georgie, the waving, frantic feeling of futility inside those massive tides.
there are lots more pictures of our adventures but i wanted to show darin's dreamscape of thursday's sunset first.
i'm already ready to go back again; as always the water calls me and i long to hear it in my sleep.
goodnight sweet friends. across so many waters.
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I lived in Calgary Canada (gorgeous mountains and air so fresh it smelled as if it had just been made) but I was so far away from the water that I kinda freaked out. At this point I think my skin needs the salt in maritime air.
Glad that you're home safe and sound,
Claire