More Thoughts from the Beach

Standing at the edge of the sea and watching a kite soar high in the air can make you feel very small.

There's nothing quite like a nap on a warm sandy towel.

Ben is so proud of his shell "worth precious moneys and hundreds and hundreds."

Running up to the water's edge, playing catch-me-if-you-can with the waves.

Catching up on journaling, not worrying about blogging.

Four girls gadding about, sampling italian ice, sniffing cologne, and eyeing trinkets they can't afford.

Who needs cohesive thoughts and paragraphs? Not at the end of vacation, anyhow.

Everyone staying up late, cozy with a favorite movie after a long day in the sun.

A mug of coffee to make it cozier.

There's always a touch of end-of-vacation melancholy.

Ready to be home, but not ready to leave.

We'll go for one more walk in the morning.

Walks along the shore always seem shorter than the walks we take at home.


I'd better start packing and get some sleep.
Be home soon.
:)

Me