Every time I go to the beach, I remember one of the reasons I am here. The pull of the ocean, for those of us who were raised near the sea, is a constant.
Add to the mix lush forests and my breathing calms.
And so we move again. The title “A Dream Deferred” keeps infiltrating my consciousness. I know nothing about that book, but I know where the library is and I think some investigation is in order. I am feeling melancholy.
It’s time for a walk in the sea with the dogs.