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Quick Trip

I went to the beach today. Although I've been remiss about actually going to the beach since I've lived here, I love the beach. I love living in a beach town. This was my first time at Sanibel, and the first time I've seen the Gulf in 8 years. (Indialantic and Melbourne were a much closer drive from our old house.)

This was very much a spur of the moment event. I was sitting at a stoplight and noticed the signs toward the beach. So I followed. The trip was brief. I walked for about twenty minutes along the white powder strip and let the ocean's roar fill my head until it pounded out everything else in there. Lesson plans? Gone. House cleaning? Zip. Bills? Nada.

I suppose that's all I needed. I have no recollection of the people there. All I recall is the crash of the waves, the brightness of the sun reflecting on the sand, the salty air filling my nostrils. And the joy of wandering.

I didn't realize until this afternoon just how much I miss wandering.
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Christy said…
I think that the most refreshing and inspiring things in life are small like that. They're things that don't take up too much time and don't require lists and planning. Just finding a moment, breathing deep and soaking it in will usually do it for me!
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