It's been an insane week. I've worked 5 out of the last 6 night shifts. The girls are uber cranky thanks to our friendly cough that won't leave. I needed a morning.
Let me set the scene.
The fog was magic this morning. The air warm for December, warm enough the window was down. The smell of my freshly acquired coffee filling my now childless car. The sweet melodies of Chris Stapleton on the radio. As usual when I need to center myself, I feel a pull to the coast. It's my church. Where I can breathe, recenter, reset. I find myself alone with my thoughts and my camera. And a couple seagulls. I envy their freedom. It doesn't take long before the salt air fills my lungs and clears my mind. As I leave, sand covering my feet, I'm renewed. I stop at my favorite beach market, grab my second cup of coffee and a donut, because why not? I'm a different. My day's slate wiped clean. My love affair with the coast continues.