Today is Grandpa T's birthday, and every year we go to the beach to say hello and happy birthday, so today after our chores were done we piled into the car and trekked to my favorite beach. It was cloudy with sun peeking from behind the clouds as it was getting ready to set. High tide and a tempestuous sea, waves crashed against the hundreds of thousands tiny, pebbles that make up the beach. It sounded like music, the thump of the wave on the shore, then a moment of silence as if it were drawing in a breath and then the sound of the water sinking through the pegs, like thousands of tiny voices all singing in harmony for a brief moment. It was beautiful and I spent what seemed like an eternity listening to the ocean play it's concert. Sometimes foggy grey days at the beach are the best, the wind blows in and out, the waves crash at your feet, run away and then chase after you again. The birds fly low across the water, I can never tell if they are keeping their eyes open for dinner, or the air is easier to slice through close to that ocean's face. There were strings of pelicans stretched out from beak to tail, flying low. I kept expecting them to dip down and scoop up some water, but they never did. On a cloudy day there aren't many people at the beach, it's so private and secluded as if it's there just for you.We laughed and sang and danced and played until we were too cold, we had said our hellos, wished a Happy Birthday, so we tumbled back into the car and went to Seafood Dinner which is what we always do on Grandpa T's birthday. It was a wonderful trip with a wonderful dinner, we were all very happy.
Now, bedtime....goodnight!
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| Day at the beach |
love your traditions!
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