When your kids are sick with aches and fevers
and it's too cold to enjoy anything outside but going back inside
and the world around you shuts down for the holidays
and your better half is climbing an endless mountain called graduate school...
a walk can do you a lot of good.
I think a lot about city life versus rural life, because I live in a city and I read/dream about rural farmhouses.
And yet, I have noticed that over time (almost four short years at this point), this place is growing on me.
And this little stretch of sea we live right near, it is a constant haven of natural goodness on the cusp of all this city life.
There are other things to notice too.
Like how light sprinkling itself all over an expanse of ocean never gets old.
Nor does the sun streaking itself like a naughty child spilling paint buckets, running wild all over the sky.
The way light finds it's way into everything, even the deepest darkness.
The goodness of returning health and being on the mend.
Smoothies with fresh berries and frozen juices.
Hints of warming up and the surge of air in the lungs.