My experience with oceans was, until this week, primarily limited to the Pacific. The cold, angry, unforgiving, beautiful in its bleakness Pacific Ocean.
The Outer Banks are more beautiful than I could have imagined. There's something insanely peaceful about lounging on a giant sand bar. At one point about half an hour south of here, you can actually see from the Atlantic shore to the shore on the sound -- the whole island is about 150 yards across there, at most.
The water is warm. The sand is velvety soft. The sun is hot, and the air is sultry and serene.
In bits and pieces, I am floating back to myself here. I can remember feeling this good at some indistinct point in the past, and it is an unexpected joy to find myself there again. A few things have not gone according to plan -- I've called a halt to weaning until we get home, which has saved me the frustration of the first 2 days with a hungry, wailing infant. Also? Apparently Hurricane Ernesto may be rolling through here in the next 48 hours. We're hanging tight with a "wait and see" attitude, because we are not about to leave here early unless absolutely necessary.
I thought I would be updating more frequently while we are up here, seeing as how there's wi-fi and all, but to be honest, I have been too busy out LIVING life this week to take the time to write about it. I do promise copius photos and maybe even a video or two when we get back. And maybe one more update before we leave on Saturday.
Suffice it to say that - for now? I almost feel alive again. The layers of baked on stress are dissolving away in the Atlantic surf, and I almost feel clean and shiny and new again.
Will wonders never cease....
2 comments:
PUT THE COMPUTER AWAY AND ENJOY THE WONDERS THAT NEVER CEASE!!!!!
What a lovely post! So glad you're meeting your happy girl self again... She's in there somewhere. Enjoy!
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