When life gets heavy, I always find sweet relief by the ocean, where the wind blows, where the sun warms my face, where the sound of waves can be heard, where the hand of God is seen and felt.
I was delighted when twin sister asked if I could join her on the Island on Labor Day, her treat (she's nice like that). The Man said, yes, so we skedaddled.
In the evening, we brewed coffee and sat on the balcony, engaged in quiet conversation, warmed by the last light of Labor Day’s sun.
A single day away from daily routines sounds insignificant, but it’s the small things that often make a big difference.
Until next time, sweet friends, I cherish your company and wish for you a sweet September.