A Precious Calm

Have to share this moment.  Owing to my star-gazing interest and the fact my braincell decided to wake up in the wee small hours, I decided to go stand at the front door to see if there’s any Lyrids scooting about the night sky.  Made a quick check on a weather website that our skies would be clear enough and they are.

Directly above lazily lays the Plough and many twinklers punctuating night’s dark curtain. Lyrids? Nope. But I could hear the most gentle lappings of the little ocean waves plop onto the shore. That is as rare as hen’s teeth for here, so I stood on the cool doorstep in 6c temp with a wind (ha!) of 3mph, and glorified at the soothing sand slaps of the salt carrier on the nearby beaches.

A smile crept over my face, like a child seeing fireworks for the first time, or a Christmas tree.  We live in a place where the next port of call is somewhere in Canada, so the sea is frequently busy, sometimes horrendously so.  For to experience the pleasure of listening to those almost inaudible waves arrive on our shore truly is something to wonder at and remember forever.

For sure, sunny days, especially consecutive ones, are a real treat, especially if quite a few of them join up to be called summer.  But this was a unique moment of sheer bliss and as much a gift of nature as the Aurora Borealis dancers. Sighs ... smiles ... and soothing calms to you all for sharing in my little quiet moment :) Susan