Sun and Sand(erling)

When I downloaded my pictures this evening, my Adobe Photoshop informed me that I had 494 new items. That means that at the beach Zan and I (and a little bit of Lys and Justin, too) took FOUR HUNDRED AND NINETY FOUR pictures on my camera alone.

That's a lot of pictures. Zan took most of them on our last day at the beach. They are largely made up of pictures of me running in the waves and looking dubiously at the camera, in addition to all of the ones he took of flying seagulls. Plus all of the mini-golf photos. Boy, do I love mini-golf.

All in all, a relaxing and much-needed beach week. I feel a little bruised by this summer, and my heart still hurts from all of the loss. I don't imagine that that will go away soon. But with a sunset over the sound at the Spaniards house, hours spent laying on the beach with a good book and new friends, 'family' dinners with all thirteen of us gathered around the table, and falling asleep at night with the sound of the ocean in my ears, I felt my world-view beginning to switch back to my usual optimism and positivity about life.




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