Two weekends ago, two friends & I found ourselves out and about in Seal Beach on the sunny Sunday afternoon of Labor Day weekend. We had a great time hanging out and wandering through some of the shops on Main Street and took a walk out on the pier.
We looked like this:
and the beach looked like this:
which bummed me out & made me want to yell, "hey you kids get off of my beach." I kept in mind that in just a few short days everyone would be back doing their regular routine & I would be back doing mine, once again enjoying my morning walks on my lovely, quiet beach.
On the plus side, we saw a really cute guy on the pier:
So now it's two weeks later. My son is back in school & my mornings are free and are mine all mine. I've spent at least a half a dozen mornings back walking on the beach and collecting shells. Sometimes I walk the beach on both sides of the pier although I really do prefer the north side.
This morning there was a terrific fog with the sun trying to break through. It looked like this:
Something about the fog and the sun was so magical. It felt special to be there. I felt lucky. I felt good.
:)
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