This weekend we went on our yearly trip to the ocean. It was the first time we witnessed the power of an ocean storm (from the warmth and safely of our cabin). There were predictions of waves thirty feet tall. It snowed and hailed. There were very heavy winds. By the morning light, the world was calm and it allowed for us to have one perfect day on the beach.
I have shaken the sand from our clothes and boots. The laundry is going and the coffee is on. Tomorrow life gets back to normal, the end of midwinter break, and the boys go back to school.
The water flows in. The water flows out. The ocean remains, constant. It is a comfort to my soul.