I’m sitting here this morning, reflecting on a beautiful memory.
Cool, crisp air floats across the Pacific and greets us as we descended the switchback trail to the pebble-y beach. Julia and I cannot help but smile as the memory of tumbling down this same path as little girls fills our minds.
We even found a Banana Slug, one of our vivid memories from Northern California hiking!
I immediately run to the water’s edge and plunge my toes into the ocean. The shock of cold water is electrifying. And taking my gaze away from the meeting of wave and sand, I lift my eyes to the meeting of water and sky.
There is a magnificent deafening quality of sound as wave after wave serenades the shore. The ocean begins to take you as the waves and sand slowly bury your feet.
Mom and Dad caught up with us and we began our search for agates, the beautiful transparent rocks that give the beach its name.
Everything around us is tinted with the blue of ocean and sky, both stretching into the unknown. But the blue is fleeting. I close my eyes and upon opening them, all around me the blue is replaced with grey.
Fog lays heavy on the water and stone and sand. We all take turns disappearing into the thick layers, and even the sound of the ocean is lessoned by this newfound veil.
The world is filled with a vast and dynamic beauty. And when you are privileged with the opportunity to see it, do not delay. Though despite its ephemeral beauty, like life, there is magic in the comings and goings.
And now begins the transient beauty of fall, my favorite season. Treasure box leaves, cool air, and crisp smells of autumn. The soul is well with fall.