Yesterday was one of those days; the ones you don't really ever forget. The best way I can describe it is by taking myself back to the words I scribbled into my journal as I rested in the shade on my beach towel:
"I can't even describe how beautifully clear the water is. It's aqua, turquoise, and crystal in all the right places, with a slight greenish hue flickering below as the white sand and blue water mix. Oh, the weather is -- making me sigh. I've been to this beach many times; but I kid you not, when I walked towards the shore and caught glimpses of the water through the trees & shrubs, I was overcome. The breeze brushed past my cheek, the salty air filled my lungs, and the horizon was speck-free. Water gently lapped the sand, forming frothy peaks around childrens' feet. The sun caressed the sand and broke through the shade in leopard spots. My heart, at this moment, would not want to be anywhere else. Here, for an hour or two, I will bask in happiness and pray -- I will thank God for this gift of beauty."
And then later on:
"The water had not been this clear for months (note: since I'd last been there); I can see the hazy shadows of the rocks beneath the surface; snorkelers air shafts poke up everywhere, and I imagine the school of fish they are chasing after underwater -- I've seen the spot before. A motor boat blazes past, appearing to ride on the top of the horizon, what I will call this moment -- the edge of the world, because for a little while, this will be my world."P.S. I went on a rampage and tweaked the blog's design. Thoughts?