My Five Minute Friday on: Story
It had been a long, arduous drive when our Australian GPS companion voiced the arrival to our final destination. Stately and white the House by the Sea sat on its grassy precipice. The smell of brakes and leaking anti-freeze replaced by salty sea air and a gentle breeze.
I approached the house, welcomed by a wrap-around porch and a wicker swing, but I could not take my eyes away from the view. It unfolded in front of me like a painting — the sky and the bay converging at a horizon I could see only because the hues of blue were slightly different. And an oak tree cradled a wooden swing. A picture my mind longed to remember.
I spent an incredible week on the bluffs, exploring tide pools and seaweed covered rocks, and digging my toes into rocky sand.
And I breathed it all in — the peace and the calming sound of surf rushing onto sand.
I close my eyes and I can still see the blue and the green and the moon rising and shimmering on water.
And I wish my cares would travel out with that tide. I would leave them in the cold, deep water to frolic with the whales and gray seals. And return to my life in the suburbs with only a suitcase full of dirty clothes and sandy towels.
This is my story.
Linking today with Lisa-Jo…