June 2016

When I was growing up, my family vacationed at the beach.  The summer vacation was the “real” vacation and the winter vacation to the mountains was, well, more of a getaway, even though the duration of each (always a week) was the same.  There is a certain magic in the beach that stays forever close to your heart.  Many of life’s memories which we hold so dear were made at the beach during that hiatus of being we call vacation---perhaps because the days were longer during the summer, granting us more time to relax and ponder as time passed with the ebb and flow of the tides.  It is also possible that the daily grind was intentionally set aside by the adults in favor of allowing the children to experience that spiritual drifting and sea-washed optimism