Sometimes a feeling comes over me that's hard to describe. It's like a punch in the gut but I call it nostalgia. A memory is sparked and if alone, I might even sigh aloud. Or I get choked up and all emotional. What spurs me to feel this way??? Sounds often do. A train whistle. I mean really....I stop dead in my tracks and revert to being 12'ish in summertime. That dove's coo as well.
Last night I was sitting on my back patio - tiny little patch of cement - with a tiny little glass of wine. Alone, I was leafing through a shelter magazine, featuring beach houses. Oh, my gosh, they are what summer is or should be! It stems back to my fondest memories of childhood spent at a beach home. Mimi's was grand; but I don't need grand: a tiny little cottage would do.
Check it out:
What a little home for happy-happy-joy-joy days! Oh, this is lOvE! There are no plans this summer for a trip to the sea. I will live vicariously through blogs and more magazines. Erin of EOS lives close to the sea and her blog set my imagination loose. (...and forced me to post these pics!).
The sea is it for me; no matter the season. Yet the older I get, the less I enjoy basking in the sun - give me a fall/wintery day of walking a beach and that's my idea of heaven on earth.
I also found this poster:
Curious if anyone else feels those gut wrenching bits of nostalgia? I know I should not envy, covet or look to my past. I don't think that's what I'm doing.
The sea cures much and soothes my soul. I'm just sayin'.