The summer crowd has dissipated and the snow birds have yet to arrive.
Hurricane season brings a certain personality to the coast. Some days the clouds are gracious enough to open up and fill the ground with sunshine. Other days they leave us ominously covered in grey. They hover above as if to tell us to get ready. But, we don’t listen.
The clear glisten of the summer waters are long gone, and the rains that come and go leave a murky cover on the water. The sand underneath our feet rolls fresh with each break, and sticks to our skin until the next wave washes it away. We try to take advantage of the evenings before time selfishly steals an hour from our day.
In the mornings, the sun shines bright before the clouds overtake her. I try to soak it all in and comprehend His mighty works. I look out into the horizon line and wonder. The little girl in me still fantasizes. How far would I have to swim to get to the place where the waters meet the sky.
My restless soul stops stirring for just a moment, and I am still. I take a deep breathe and feel the cool breeze that’s just barely there.
The winds are changing and I strain to feel the coolness that remains hidden behind the straggling humidity. It won’t be long.
It’s quiet here, and I like it.
What do the fist days of Fall look like around your neck of the woods? Come by and tell us at SITS. We’re “falling” back into blogging!