My last day at home until Christmas. The last day in shorts, last day with feet in the ocean. The very last of summer on a cool and misty day. We ate seafood at the Venus II across the street. We climbed out to the end of the jetty. My brother chased the seagulls, and I shivered in the water, willing to do anything to touch it one last time.
A grey and misty morning; a warm afternoon. Coffee and croissants on the pier, a walk to the lighthouse, sail-boat watching.
It was so wonderful to be home again for this last bit of Indian Summer, to have this day in my favorite place with one of my favorite people.
Someday, when we’re done living abroad, this, this place, will be every day. I miss it when I’m away. But then I remember that I have both – here and there. Home and the world. Both always waiting for me to return. I love that.