I’m back from the beach and, while it was a little chilly and I was fighting a head cold, it was nice to be by the ocean.
It was especially nice to hear it at night. One of my favorite chapters of The Gastronomical Me describes MFK Fisher’s visit to the coast of Mexico, and she has this to say about the ocean:
“I slept like a cat all night, dreaming good dreams in my well-being, but hearing the waves when I wanted to through the dreams.”
(I brought some vacation knitting, so I’ll put up a Project Roundup tomorrow.)