I keep leaning over to Natalie in our daily travels and saying, “It’s January.” Normally we’d be throwing on our insulated winter boots, several layers of clothes, coats, mittens, hats and scarves, and heading out to shovel the latest snowfall from the sidewalk, or brave the winter wind long enough to exercise our Henry dog, or scurry from heated building to heated building (via heated vehicle or not).
Saturday, we threw on sandals, shorts, t-shirts, summer dresses, sunglasses, and sunscreen, some of us even wore swimsuits. We went to the 3rd Avenue beach. It’s not even out of town. Natalie’s Dad, you may know him better here as Juju, jumped in the van and came with us on the spur of the moment. We stood on the edge of the land gazing out on the edge of the world. Ten-foot waves pounded the shore like heavy thunder. Boats and wind surfers sailed back and forth, in and out of the harbor. Xi and Echo “saved” the ocean by dragging chunks of seaweed up the beach.The ocean was nearly freezing, but none of us were able to resist her.
“It’s January,” I said to Natalie.
The smiles started rolling in with each thunder of tide.
And they just kept coming. In innumerable sets of seven. Xi had the idea to do an updated version of the banner photo for the blog (waaay up there ^ at the top!). Also showing off the stylin’ pedi’ she and Echo got with Gramma Bonnie… We played for a little over an hour. We marveled at fellow beach-goers. We ate snacks on a blanket in the sand. We chatted and laughed. I did handstands on the shore. In January.
It felt like the Earth was smiling too.
Smile on, everybody! And be well.