Little Moments

This afternoon, I stopped by the feed store to pick up some cat litter. When checking out, the guy behind the register said, “I shit you not!” in reply to me sounding incredulous about a comment he made. Shortly thereafter while driving to the grocery store, his reply struck me as near perfect fit for where we live.

It is muggy today, but not as muggy as yesterday. According to the Accu-weatherman, today is not as hot as it really is; he said a high of 65ºF inland and my thermometer attached to my inland barn reads 71ºF. If you do not like the weather, wait five minutes, T’is the forecasters’ disclaimer.

We do the daily shuffle into the daily grind and several minutes later our coffees and bagels show up. My everything bagel with goat cheese is perfect, however, Larissa’s bagel has air pockets large enough to hold all the hummus. She looks at me then looks down at the bagel. I follow her eye’s to the bagel, then look back into her eye’s. She momentarily ponders her options and a moment later sent it back.

Our early arrival at Ferry beach has insured a peaceful, less populated experience. We step out onto the beach with Camp Ellis to our right and Old Orchard to our left. We are sandwiched between a heavily commercialized waterfront amusement and coveted beachfront homes. Far enough away from the raucous energy of mindless entertainment to enjoy sand and sea, and enough away from the private property posting to feel the shoreline and ocean surf as an uninterrupted soothing dynamic. We are the only ones walking barefoot, daring the cold Atlantic temperatures to freeze our feet.