I was in North Carolina for a week with my parents and my kids and my brothers and my brother’s family. The family dynamics were at times interesting (as family dynamics can be when you’re thrown into close quarters with people you care a lot about but don’t get to see very often)…and I was sick for the better part of the week…and my mom threw her back out…and my brother spent the first couple of days freaking out because he heard from his landlady in California that his car, on the street outside his apartment in Santa Cruz, was about to be to towed and impounded. There was more stuff.
But all in all it was good to touch base with everyone.
I might have more to say about that. But for now, I just want to point out that, challenges notwithstanding, the experience could never ultimately be anything but edifying for one very important reason: THE OCEAN WAS THERE. ALL WEEK. RIGHT THERE…RIGHT OVER THE DUNE!
Sometimes the sun set over that ocean.
I don’t know if it’s something in my ancestry…some inherited urge, come down to me from some distant seafaring relation or something. But I don’t feel good when I’m too far from the ocean for too long.
Even a storm that rolled in mid-week didn’t make it less beautiful. It brought a wonderful wind. And the night before, when it was moving in, it brought such a lovely sky.
The humidity, pre-storm, misted the lens of my camera at first. But before I wiped it off, I took some shots. And I’m really glad I did! They came out really well, I think.
I’m sure I’ve said it before here, but I’ll say it again: I LOVE THE OCEAN.
Someday, I’ll live at the shore. (Climate change and sea-level-rise be damned!)