It’s been windy around these parts lately, days of big gusty winds that blow freely across the water and smack you square in the cheek. I spent last weekend driving hither and yon through a big slice of western Washington, and it was obviously hurricane season everywhere I went. It is what this part of the year is known for, after all, and there’s no sense complaining.
But today was different. Warm and calm, and the water at dusk looked like hammered gold in the deep glow of a summery sunset. The wavelets lapped at the shore, the same shore where their larger brothers and sisters had slammed the sand and gravel just a day or two before.
In like a lamb this year, is March. The water grew darker as the sun began to drop and the temperature dropped with it. Another day done, a new month started and it’s hard not to feel just a little bit happy about it all when it looks like this.