"There's just no accounting for happiness, or the way it turns up like a prodigal who comes back to the dust at your feet having squandered a fortune far away." (Jane Kenyon)
Born of two California-born and raised parents, I'm reminded at the beach that although usually surrounded by mountains and desert dust, it must still be in their blood, always rattling somewhere in their bones: the sand, the waves, the salt, the sun. They seem to luxuriate in both the clean and mess of the sea like only someone related to it could be. I, myself, enjoyed some fish tacos, but always uneasy and untrusting of the crash and swell of the ocean, miss my lake.
Born of two California-born and raised parents, I'm reminded at the beach that although usually surrounded by mountains and desert dust, it must still be in their blood, always rattling somewhere in their bones: the sand, the waves, the salt, the sun. They seem to luxuriate in both the clean and mess of the sea like only someone related to it could be. I, myself, enjoyed some fish tacos, but always uneasy and untrusting of the crash and swell of the ocean, miss my lake. 
2 comments:
What a fun day at the beach! Keep the blogs/pictures coming :)
Looks like you had a great trip. We'll have to get together soon.
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