What I wanted. What I always want when I'm cracking.
Even my kids knew that I wasn't able to talk.
It wasn't completely silent. The gulls and the swell and the distant hum of traffic were the soundtrack to my mood. I still wish that I could be in this place when I pull back the curtains, or open the front door. But maybe one day I will learn to celebrate how lucky I am to have it a short drive away, instead of yearning for what may never be.
|Even on a bitter day with the tide out it's still fabulous|