All my concerns vanish again with the tide frothing up on the wet beach. I watch as water laps over rocks that were formed yesterday into a marriage proposal. I am protective of it, as if guarding a sand castle from kids set on a stomping spree. This treasure deserves to stand longer, unerased by sea. Tomorrow, before we leave, I will look for it one more time. Time won’t stand still, but this lingering “LL Will You Marry Me?” has remained at least two daily tests of the tides.
And so it goes that as always, the ocean waters in their soothing repititious cadence, fully relaxing me. I want to retire here, but Jim
does not. I don’t mind the steady wash of rain. All else that is here trumps the rain. But if all I have are mini vacations, then I feel very fortunate.
Diabetes diagnosed. Hyperactive thyroid. Bursitis. Migraines. They exist here, but I can deal more easily. Right now it is night, the window is open to let in the roar of tumbling waves and the splash of rain on hotel balcony. The salt water is the scent of renewal as we ready ourselves to ring in another new year.