sea...breeze...

This afternoon at the beach I really felt like I was in a tropical paradise. It was quite uncrowded for a Saturday at the height of summer. There are no cruise ships visiting today, and none tomorrow. I found a shady spot in the middle of the beach. I park my turquoise sand chair in the same general vicinity every weekend, but not always under the same tree. Today I chose a spot where I was surrounded by trees on both sides. My first couple of hours there, I had about a 40-yard swath of bay all to myself. Heavenly! There was a white sailboat at about one o'clock (directionally, not time-wise). Beyond that, nothing but clear, calm, aqua water and the little island that sits at the mouth of the bay. It was like sitting in a tree cathedral, worshiping at the altar of calming summer beauty. A nice breeze would blow through from the north (at my back) occasionally, just enough to cool off and elicit a mental "aaaahhhh." The water was perfect--absolutely glorious. It was like swimming in an enormous pool, minus the icky chemicals.

I had two books with me and switched off between them. I dozed briefly. I ate a gooey slice of cheese pizza for lunch. I walked the length of the beach, twice. I swam and frolicked in the water. I felt every bone in my body relax into my sand chair. I dug my toes in the sand. I thought of a new business. I took every bit of it in, in all its glory. And as I packed up to leave I thought: what a lucky gal I am that I can come back tomorrow and do it all over again.