We are wading through the sunlight in Del Mar, California. It is a typical Wednesday. But I am tired, feeling a little broken. Dave suggests we drive here, for a change. The beach stretches it's beige & powdery paint just 15 mins from the house.
After parking, we clip towards the panorama. You can feel that languid, cool vibe of streets stuck together with sidewalk stores--the kind that frequent towns butted up next to the ocean. I'm feeling glad we came here. Even if we're quiet.
We reach the green & then the cliffs &
there's the ocean.
Tears get caught up in the throat for no other reason other than
it's beautiful & i needed to see this.
We stand in the pink muted part of the scene as the sun fades down. Everyone is standing still & watching as the fog rolls its grey damp mass over the ocean.
When it finally envelops us--we close the eyes and feel the earth move.
In a silent powerful instance, the fog erases the sun & turns the scene damp and grey. The heart counts its blessings. Thank you god for the big, beautiful things that reminds us to get out of our own brains.
I set Dax free and he runs & runs, facefirst into the giant soggy landscape. The mist cooling his teeth, stretched into a full joyous smile.