Salt Water

The cure for anything is salt water--sweat, tears, or the sea.

Isak Dinesen

Last week was an off week. Some weeks are just like that. But instead of letting it remain an off week, the Man, Littles, and I decided to pack our bags and head to the ocean for a night. And it was wonderful. Of course, Littles didn't sleep the entire night and I got food poisoning, but it was still just wonderful. The sound of the sea crashing into the shore, the smell of salt air, the very sense of sitting at the beginning of something that stretches out endlessly to lands far, far away...it was worth it.  

I hadn't been to the beach in almost two years, and I'd missed it. It wasn't even about the swimming (because I almost lost my toes to frostbite just by putting them in) or the sun bathing (because I was in a jacket the entire time) or the laziness of vacation that typically comes hand in hand with the beach (because being up all night with Littles wasn't precisely lazy). It was just good to cuci mata, if you will, to "wash my eyes" by being somewhere new and beautiful.

I worked the rest of my off week out by attempting to start running again (it's that time of year) and laughing so hard that I cried over some silliness that probably involved the Man. That's my preferred form of crying. And on that note, I think I'll leave you with this adorable photo of my two men and go to bed. Aren't they just perfect? And isn't the ocean dazzling as they walk towards it? And don't you just want to be there too? The correct answer is:

Yes.