Before we went to check in to our cabin, we stopped for a little walkabout. The sound of the surf breaking and breaking...it's beyond music. It is a time ago that Michael and I shared full of magic...the noise, the sound, that was the ever present backdrop to the time we fell in love together....
When we held no mortgage.....
and walked the sandy beaches every day, listening to the rolling waters....
when there were no hookers out our front window....
or drug dealers in our back alley.....
or drug dealers in our back alley.....
when we didn't have to REMEMBER how to breathe...we just breathed.
We live on an island. We can see the water from our window, but this is a different kind of coast. Coastal dwellers know what I mean when I say that....the personalities of the beaches, one harbour town compared to one surfer town....
This was our first walk, on our first day....a gorgeous rainforest on the coast...a straight line between sand and towering trees. Slightly surreal and completely gorgeous.
Then we went in to check in to our cabin....this is the view off the back deck. The sea lions were barking and singing to us...so much nicer than traffic and crackheads.
3 comments:
sounds wonderful!
Beautiful! I reeeally need a short get-away like that!
What a cute little place! I could just imagine being curled up there with the kettle on and a good book at the ready. Thanks for taking us along!
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