I'm looking out the window of a beach cottage in North Carolina. Waves are rough today, due to tropical storm Fay. Yesterday I went in the water and got thrown around for a bit. I love that. I was able to get a little farther out where I was lifted up by the waves instead of roiled around in them. Fabulous. I didn't stay in long. I must have had two pounds of sand in my suit.
Here's a view on a calmer day, taken from the porch of the cottage.
Have I mentioned here how much I love salt water? I even like the smell of low tide. I was born in Rhode Island, arriving early when the family was on vacation away from where we lived then in Pennsylvania. We moved to Providence when I was two and spent lots of time at the beach. I'm not a sailor, like some of my sibs, but I love salt water.
In a little bit we're going to get lunch, what my friends Joanna and David call "golden food." Fried. I'm definitely on vacation.