where I belong.
The day found us at my favorite park, where the ocean touches the land, tamed and sheltered by a network of islands. The tide was visibly moving up the shore, to our utter amazement. The last time I’d been here it had been so low the sand and stones were swamped, barnacles looked to be plaguing them, and exploring was more challenging. Now, it was chasing us.
A lesson I keep learning, over and over and over: nothing stays the same, particularly the shore. There are always newness to be found.
In another moment I had a thought sound in my mind. “It’s such a beautiful day” the words went. And I laughed out loud. The sun had been out but was behind clouds now. Most color saturation had left the air. It was gray and a cool breeze threatened goose bumps. Only I would think this beautiful weather.
Looking down at my feet, in flip flops, toenails mangled by compulsive attention, resting on a weather bleached log… I knew it again, learned it again… In this location, this climate, this latitude, this community, this place… I am just where I belong. And, that feels really good.