Well, even I am still wondering how I ended up on the beach Wednesday.
I was headed for the woods and even considered just walking the high school track. It was 4 pm already and I knew the sun would soon retire. I had a lot on my mind.
Some inner voice just told me “head for the beach.” I hadn’t been to the beach at all this past summer, thanks to the medical nonsense…but I love the beach, and I missed it. Yet it was January 25th–40 degrees, and I only had an hour?
My car basically drove itself down Dune Road to Pikes, which is a favorite beach of mine here in Westhampton…beautiful and remote, minimal walking from car to shore. Tall sand dunes and wide expanse of shore and sea in both directions.
I hoped to catch a picture or two of the sun going down, but expected I would need to forgo my daily walk since the instability of sand is pretty risky for the hips these days.
So, I arrived at Pikes, took one look out and knew EXACTLY why I ended up on that beach!
The sun was bright and almost warm….the sand was packed solid so I could safely walk (thanks to the melted snow and subsequent rain). The smell of salt water was intoxicating. My camera and I were thrilled to click away at the enchanted sights. It was a glorious hour. Felt like I’d gone on an exotic trip by the time the sun went down.
Instinct is really cool.