there was a time many years ago when watching the sun set over the sea was a matter of course, when my curls smelled of beach bonfires and salted air. those days were too brief -- i still dream of the sound of waves meeting sand. but, oh! we are making a pilgrimage to the pacific this weekend and i really couldn't be more excited.
as our little trip approached i found myself obsessing over all things nautical. and yes, kass, i know i just sent your husband, the incredible mr. t, a fully oceanic birthday box last week. packaging that gift was slightly therapeutic, but i'm pretty sure i won't be free of this siren song until i've actually dipped my toes into oregon's frigid coast.
tonight i am just hours away from sand castles and
pelican pints. my lovely eliot is planning "to dance for the sand and the sea and the sharks and the crabs" on sunday. perhaps i will join her. love: j.
Ah, I love this post. I love your words, Jena Gray Gunderson and how sweetly you put one next to the other. Your nautical gifts to your ever so thankful brother were Very much appreciated. He cracked open his first mole skin last night.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the lovely inspiration. Hope the coast was satiating to your soul.