Note to readers: I took a week off from the rigors of relocating. It is a long, tiresome, and emotional process, yet, regardless of whatever else is going on, the beach calls.
For those of you who feel the lure of the beach, here are some musings after a week at the Jersey shore with the grands. The boardwalk, the rides, the waves, finding shells on the beach . . . Ocean City, NJ. is a forever home.
A day at the beach is never lost time. When the warm grains of sand touch our hearts, we know we’re in the right place. ------Anonymous
For me, the lure of the beach is the blurring of lines. Even the sand dissolves into sky and sea. Without lines that define. we are forever and ageless. ----- G. Hill
We are tidal, pulled back each year. Your front row chair awaits.
Passeggiata: The Italian custom for daily strolls. Here in Ocean City, passeggiata begins at dawn and continues under the moonlight.
Riding on whiffs of spicy crab fries, Seagulls swirl and sweep the skies. -----G. Hill
The boys talked me into some thrilling rides. Squealing with delight, they laughed at my screams of fright. I say, nevermore, but I know better---oh, what we do for love. -----G. Hill
So I commend the enjoyment of life, because there is nothing better for a person under the sun than to eat and drink and be glad. Then joy will accompany them in their toil all the days of the life God has given them under the sun. Ecclesiastes 8:15
My prints quickly wash away, but my place in the sand is reserved, the sound of surf embossed in my soul, forever and ageless. ----G. Hill