Every so often I get nostalgic. I grew up around the bay, in a small Newfoundland fishing/mining community, spending the bulk of my days out by the door. I miss the gulls squawking "mine mine mine", the taste of the salt air, and the crashing of the cold waves. I miss the beach where I spent hundreds of hours combing for treasure. I miss home.
Tonight after supper, husband told me to get aboard the car, no further explanation, he knew I was having one of those days when it takes more out of me not to cry, than to do anything else. He took me to my favorite spot in Niagara. (no its not the Falls)
Jordan Beach, if I close my eyes its almost like home, without the salt.
Of course Kiddo and Tina Bean went with me. There is definately something to be said for the power of family, the cool air and the crashing waves.
August can't come soon enough.