Good morning!
It’s Sunday. The old dirt road is still sealed off from the world by a thick layer of snow that is gradually melting in such a way that the road is either ice or mud pudding. So we’ve done the only reasonable thing and walked here on foot—more than a mile, not including that pesky hill.
Our reward is an empty beach looking out over an empty bay. It’s just us and water. Stay as long as you need to recalibrate.
“Let the waters settle and you will see the moon and the stars mirrored in your own being.”
— Rumi
Onwards,
Clara
