The end of a season

It's the last day of summer vacation. And even though it's still warm enough to go to the beach, and even though we enjoyed a couple of days like this (despite how much it rained), I'm not ready. And I've realized that the reason I'm not ready is because the pace of this world will never feel natural to me. On this particular August day, the tide was low. In a rare moment, I was able to sit in an actual chair (like I used to do, pre kids)  and simply watch, and simply be.

This entry is part of a theme I'm exploring in August, "Awakening."