Growing up near the Pacific Ocean I realized that my heart belongs there.
Right there by the sea.
When, at a younger adult age, I lived in Kansas the thing I mourned was the sea.
My heart just has to take me there every once in the while,
to walk or sit and be quiet, letting the sounds of the sea wash over me.
Recently I could hear it calling; so a day trip was planned.
Of course my teacup, a nibble, and hot water went along.
The nibble was a granola bar, which I enjoy making occasionally.
The tea was Darjeeling in a teabag for the simple reason
it just makes it easy.
The day was a bit cool, but refreshing as in the city it felt like summer.
Others were called to the sea also.
Do you have a place that calls to you to come on occasion?
For me it is the sea.
Happy weekend, dear friends!
Follow your heart!