A soft Sea washed around the House
A Sea of Summer Air
And rose and fell the magic Planks
That sailed without a care --
Summer days on the central coast are often bookended by fog. The muted greens and blues of the ocean, while daunting to the unprepared tourist, have always delighted and inspired me. These are the colors I dream of - shades of seafoam and celadon, iceberg and periwinkle.
These are the days you pull tight your sweater and search the sands for treasures washed in with the tide, or curl yourself around a teacup and watch through the window as the mist moves over the shore...
This is tranquility. Bliss. The softness permeates the soul.
Wishing you well,
Today's Gratitude List:
- Shango Banana Spice tea
- Side sleeping
- Cocoa butter lotion
- The start of another great week
(Participating in Mosaic Monday at Litte Red House - do stop by!)