Last night I uploaded these photos into this post and was trying to think of some beautiful prose to accompany them. Many a poem or a song or some deep thoughts, something lovely that would match the loveliness of these images. I went to bed without typing a word and instead just stared at this beach and these waves. Maybe morning would bring some inspiration.
But I woke up to a 19 degree below zero windchill after being up about five times during the night with each of my children. Even the dog was awake telling us he needed to go outside, and one time we should have listened to his whines about three minutes earlier than what we did (a 4 a.m. carpet cleanup is oh so fun). Forget the beautiful prose. Morning inspiration? Ha.
I would just love to be back there right now.