brrr

Yeah yeah, I know I do not have a beach chair to stand on here, but dang it is cold. Bundle up in all your clothes that you brought because you thought it was going to be warm cold.

Ha. I am in a turtleneck. And long pants. And wool socks. And when we head out, I'll be in two light jackets and a scarf too. So much for warm. But we do have sand, and palm trees, and the sun setting over the gulf. And pelicans. And no snow. So I should shush.

But warm? not so much. Because of the unexpected cold and the kate, I have been feeling pretty brittle rather than relaxed which sucks rocks. BUT away counts for a lot.

I did not tell you how this started, did I.

In the plane, I reached down to help the woman next to me extract her bag from under the seat and at that moment, the tray fell, and I smacked my mouth on it so hard, I saw stars and cut myself rather dramatically right above my lip (vertical cut, nostril to lipline), bloody hell, bloody mess, headache and now? It is healing fine, more drama than damage. But what a start.

But, let's talk about the beauty- the waves crashing, green with the sun high, a steely blue as it sets, the big moon, the stars, the palm trees, the damn wind that makes everything lovely but the actual being outside part....

it is salty here, and wide open.

And we can walk for miles with nothing but wind and waves and the crush of shells (sorry shells) under out feet.