Time away allows one to witness place with fresh eyes. It's mid-March. The gravel shifted as I walked approaching the Shore Path. It had been weeks, maybe a month or more since I last walked this route. My pace quickened as I drew my shoulders up to my ears and shoved my hands a bit deeper into my pockets. Cold and excited, as I approached the sea I felt the wind; the sun's warmth barely noticeable. Glimpses took my breath away, the sea a blue-green almost tourquoise hue. Often it is gray or green, but not this shade of color. Whitecaps formed and waves lapped the shore fighting a losing battle against the wind. I walked, observed and gave thanks for the return.