Beautiful day in the neighborhood. Though the hood could not contain us. Sunshine required a celebration. A day to play in its radiant surroundings. Bright in our eyes and wonderful our smiles. Larrabee beach awaited. Exploring the carved sandstone with imagination and plastered excitement. Which routes to choose and dreaming of the far out. What splendid creation Puget sound waves create. Thick overhands and cracks by the plenty. The imagination and calmness of tree climbing in my youth. Though I was not timing myself this time around. Quiet and calculated-griping with numb fingers at times. Thus the mittens in between runs. The sense of exploration ahead of us. What lie around each outcropping of rocks was the anticipation-scouting with wide eyes. Energy spent and received from such magnificent naturally beauty. Quiet and sensuous harmony for all. Refreshed and smiling still.
G atticus
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Mittens a must! Ooooh, it musta been cold. And fun!
I remember Puget Sound...after my first plane ride ever, visiting a friend in Seattle, walking along the beach- seeing an eagle on a light post. I remember also for the first time, sea lions(or were they seals?) And ferrying across waterways, driving and eventually seeing the ocean for the first time in my life. (I was almost 30...)I cried at first view. Embarressing, I didn't understand my tears...thanks for the memory.
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