Yesterday I got so wrapped up in babysitting (playing, visiting neighbors, walking to the P.O., napping [Lachlan, not me] ) that I forgot to make a journal entry.
After babysitting I ventured out to the beach. A strong north wind sent sand through tiny openings in my shoes, and kept my face cold and red. The waves were white and foamy; the water a dull gray-green. The sky was gray-blue with a hint of pink as the sun neared the western horizon. Sanderlings, alone or in widely scattered groups of just two or three, scurried back and forth poking into the tidal areas for tasty morsels.
The winter beach is sometimes stark and bleak, but it always has its rewards.