Yesterday we took full advantage of the kid's day off school and went to a local beach for a final hurrah of the summer. It was a perfect beach day: temps in the low 80s and scarcely another soul there save for a few fishermen and seagulls.
As I lay there staring up I was awed by the miraculousness of the view. Clouds twisting and mixing for no particular reason. I could barely see the outline of trees across the bay where people were surely going about their everyday lives, but here in this spot we were blessed by a pause in life's commotion.
It was the first time my husband has come with us here. The kids and I have made memorable experiences on these beachy days, but I've always felt before as though something was missing. He's not so much a fan of the sand, sun and idleness as I, but just to have him along, nearby with his book, felt right.
There was a chill in the air when we left the crab cake and beer place to drive back 'round the beltway. Leaving the windows open at night is one of my favorite simple luxuries and last night I was finally able to do that. Looks like it's going to be a lovely, cool autumn. Can't wait!