Yesterday, September 11, was such a somber day. And rightfully so. 15 years later, it’s still hard to believe it all happened. But that’s the day the world changed for us. So, there it is.
I’m on vacation for a week, taking in some sun, and hanging out on the beach. Last night, my spouse and I were going to make a fire on the beach, but when we got there, it was much too cold and windy. So, we backed up the van to the edge of the parking lot, where the beach starts, we opened the back, and bundled up in blankets and just rested, looking at the stars and the moon on the water.
I’d made us some sandwiches for a nice light supper, and we had “waterfront dining” – the best kind. Quiet, peaceful, the place to ourselves.
I’m going out on my morning walk in a few minutes. To think. Clear my head. Just relax. I’ve been under so much pressure at work, and now they’re talking about layoffs coming. No surprises there — I just don’t know how I’ll be affected, or if I’ll be affected at all.
I’m glad to be away from all that. So, so glad. Even if it’s just for a week.
Now, about that day…