I so want to be walking along the sand....listening to the waves rush in and out. Listening to seagulls and keeping my eye out for dolphins and seals and extraordinary pictures in the few clouds above. There are no piles of seaweed attracting sand flies, no debris from careless crowds who don't revere this places existence. I want to have my bucket to fill with sea shells and sea glass and heart shaped rocks and other rocks that speak to me. I so want to find the perfect spot to sit and dream or read or sketch or just lay back with my eyes closed and listen. BohoHandyman is there too.....we don't say much for awhile but then we don't have to. Each of us is soaking up the splendor that coarses through our very veins, our dream that one day we could leave a home and be steps away from this very scene. The dream I've had since I was a child. It's good to have dreams, dreams so vivid you can almost feel the breeze off the ocean and hear the music of the waves and wiggle your sandy toes. Dreams that with the mere thought of them can make you completely calm even when it feels like storms(figuratively) are brewing all around you.
“Dreams are like the paints of a great artist. Your dreams are your paints, the world is your canvas. Believing, is the brush that converts your dreams into a masterpiece of reality.” -unknown