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.
5 comments:
Isn't it fun to walk in the same place through the seasons. You get to enjoy all the subtle changes and the familiarity as well.
I love walking the same route at different times of the year and seeing how things change. The beach and ocean - what a wonderful view to see at any time of year!
I agree. There is comfort in the constancy.
Loved your post. Your words took me there. I like the idea of revisiting a favorite spot and noticing all the changes but feeling right at home.
I love when the sea is dark Prussian blue.
What a magnificent place you have to walk.
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