I don’t like cold weather. I often think about going out, but when the thermometer registers below zero Fahrenheit, it’s really hard to get motivated to get outside and play. Nevertheless, inspired by Sarah’s Wanderlust Wednesdays post yesterday, I bundled up and ventured out to my favorite beach.
Oh, the difference a few months makes! In June, July, and August, the sand is covered with beach umbrellas, blankets, chairs, towels, and (of course) people. Hundreds of them. The only thing on the sand yesterday were shells left behind by the last high tide. I only saw one other person walking on the beach. The little village center was a veritable ghost town.
When I got to this point, where the brook empties into the Atlantic, instead of turning back and retracing my steps along the beach as I usually do, I followed a path around the little bluff below to circle back along the road to my car.
Along the way I made a most surprising discovery! I found a short trail that led to a tiny, hidden beach I never knew existed.
I sat here in the quiet, feeling thankful for having found this beautiful place, until my hands and feet turned numb with cold.
And then I went home . . .
. . . thankful for this place, too, but so glad I went out. I plan to do it a lot more often.