Nice While it Lasted

The pounding of surf crashing along the shoreline intruded on my dreams, nearly but not quite waking me.

I love everything about the ocean; the salty tang of saltwater, hot sand and seaweed in the air, the constantly changing shades of blues, grays and greens glittering as far as the eye can see, the restless and yet restful sounds.

There’s nothing like sleeping at the beach when a summer storm brews up. Powerful, white-crested combers push rhythmically up the sand, one after another as the tide draws in, their thunderous crescendos drowning out the sound of seagulls and the gentler gurgling of water being pulled back to sea.

The wind must have picked up, I remember thinking groggily, as the light, distinctive tinkle of beach sand blowing against window glass stirred me again towards wakefulness.

The relaxing sound of summer waves hitting the shore didn’t fade as I reluctantly surfaced from a rare afternoon nap. My brain, slowly adapting from sleep to wakefulness, simply reassigned the sounds more realistically.

My eyes opened – and then promptly snapped closed again. I liked my dream much better than the blowing February snow pelting hard little pellets against my bedroom window.

The rolling ocean waves had morphed once again into the sound of winter wind, blowing in gusts against the house. Snow, in mock mimicry of the sandy beach I so desired, drifted across the deck in cold dunes.

Oh well … it was sure nice while it lasted.

Published by 2dachsnite

I’m a RV Sometimer (less than full time, but more than a weekend warrior) living in Alaska, with dreams of seeing the country in my RV. I am 70 years old and married, but my husband isn’t a fan of RV travel, so my journeys are mostly solo except for my navigators; dachshunds Baxter & Rhonda. I’m also a spinner of tales - and a spinner of yarn (my other passion). My spinning wheel, along with the dogs, go along on all my travels. I look forward to sharing my stories, including photos and videos, with you.

2 thoughts on “Nice While it Lasted

Leave a Reply to ladybug591 Cancel reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: