and the sun's coming out, if only for a weekend

i didn't grow up near the water, but i wasn't far from it either, though there was always somewhere or someone to visit that was. an aunt in kincardine, extended family with a cottage in the incredible muskoka's, family friends in southhampton, cousins in brights grove. when i was a child we had plenty of choices if the beach was calling our names.

then as i got older, homes and cottages were sold, and our options morphed. going to the water now meant trips to grand bend, wasaga and sauble beach, each further and further away.

moving to las vegas meant i am further from water than i ever have been (i'm not counting lake mead because really, it's not the same), and feeling the pull towards it more than ever.

california, whispers the wind. come.

it's been calling me for months, even more so as my thirtieth birthday approaches.

california, whispers the wind. come.

and we're listening. 

tomorrow we're headed to the water. rancho palos verdes is calling our name, the pacific ocean beckoning me to dip my toes into its loveliness, and feel its cool breeze through my hair.

i'll see you all soon, have a fantastic weekend.