I woke up yesterday morning to wind and cold. I don't think it was blowing as hard as had been forecast, but the temperature was just 39 degrees. By noon it was only in the mid forties. But it was bright and clear...a great day for a walk along the surf.
When I stepped out onto the beach and headed north (I was walking right into the wind) I noticed a man not so very far ahead of me. He was wearing a light jacket, thin pants, and no gloves. I was bundled up in a shirt, sweatshirt, liner jacket, windbreaker, and gloves. I was taken aback when I realized he was cavalierly splashing through the incoming tide.
After about a mile I caught up with him and commented that he was a braver man than I. His pants were wet up to his knees. He just laughed and shrugged his shoulders as if it were the most natural thing in the world to splash about in the ocean on a cold day in November. He was definitely enjoying his walk on the beach.
When I turned around, with the wind at my back, I removed my windbreaker and liner jacket. By then it seemed warm, even to me.
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I thought you would say when you turned around he was gone! I think of ghosts way too often!
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