Where's the Water?
Hearing the weather forecast for a Wednesday a few weeks ago, I immediately decided that it would be a GREAT day to go to the beach. Although the Pres was not interested in going, I knew I was. I knew I could always make-up a Wednesday workout. However, how many chances would there be to have 60 degree temps and be able to head to the beach in February?
So the following morning I did just that.
When I left home it was overcast. Yet, as I got closer to my destination, the fog became more intense and I thought, "Well, I've come this far, I might as well see what the beach is like in the fog."
After parking on the rather empty roadside and walking toward the beach, I could hear the water but couldn't see it. From the dunes, the fog obscured nearly everything in the distance. Focusing on things along the paths and trails, I came across this little squirt who was willing to pose for a close-up.
The trails and paths were not too bad as you can see, but when I walked to the beach toward the sound of the ocean, the fog was very thick. Quite honestly, I found it intriguing, eerie, and beautiful. I knew the water was there...somewhere.
As mid-day approached, the sun tried so hard so hard to make it's way through the dense gray blanket that covered everything. Watching it struggle, I hoped that it would. Yet, apparently it never made it. According to the local weathermen that evening, towns along the CT shoreline were smothered in dense fog all day.
I found it, maneuvered to a great location (which then became my "sit spot"). I used it for my most enjoyable, quiet and very interesting day at the beach.
And this little bird is the ONLY bird I saw during my entire stay.
just seeing, saying, and sharing...
Where's the Water?
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