The Squibnocket Cure
Sometimes the universe conspires to give you just what you need.
Perched on a ridge of dunes between pond and ocean, I had a moment.
I stopped to breathe in the sea air, purified by negative ions. Felt the warmth that only a ray of sun can deliver. Let the mischievous breeze have its way.
Glancing right and left, south and north, up and down, I only saw beauty.
The ocean a startling azure blue, the pond a shimmering pewter.
