I hadn’t been to the coast in probably a dozen years. I love the ocean when I can walk out on the hard-packed sand and let the surf come in, almost touching my feet. I love looking out and out to where the sea and sky melt into each other and time ceases.
It would have been nice if I had been able to talk today but, alas, only just barely. At best, I am croaking pitifully. Whatever this damn thing is that I’ve got, it sure is hanging in.