It rained a little yesterday afternoon/evening and my son wanted to go out in it. We felt barely even a puff of breeze as we walked along the shore. I asked him, “What do you hear?” He pointed to the sandspit – meaning the hushed sound of the waves beyond. Then he said, “birds, an airplane.” Pausing for a moment, he added, “If only we could hear the clouds moving along.” Beautiful.
It’s so lovely today. Still hardly any wind as I went walking this morning. Here’s a picture of the pathway leading up to the street from the beach.