Well, my escape to the beach with my family has ended, and my feelings are…mixed.
Many things about their company proves inherently challenging for the rigid, neurotic tics of my OCD.
But… Time, engagement, and meals with those you love carries value.
While a part of me felt disconnected from the nostalgic, calling beauty of the shores I recall from prior years (resulting in me taking tragically few pictures) – there is a part of me that misses it, already.
Partly? I just miss the company.
Partly, though, I miss the sound of the waves crashing into the shore, heard from a porch in the dead hours of the night.