What most consider a vacation hasn’t been part of my vocabulary this year.
But no problem.
It was my choice.
I learned when you take retirement from one job on a Friday and start a new one the Monday after, you just have other priorities.
Especially when you’re moving into a new home as well.
Still, I know that a little relaxation is good for the soul.
So I figured if I’ve downsized my job and my house, can’t I do a mini-retreat?
Knowing I’d have a work break late yesterday morning, I grabbed my camera.
The early hours were predicted to be warm and beautiful.
And also full of light before the wind and clouds descended.
When the time was right, I made the short drive down to the beach.
Climbing out of the car, I studied two workmen as they prepared the weary docks for a long winter’s nap.
The local ice fishermen will be replacing them soon.
Then I traveled barefoot in the sand, stopping to chat to restaurant workers hanging Christmas lights, and preparing for their last patio lunch seatings.
Moving further west, I searched for the perfect place to rest.
A place to renew.
And close my tired eyes.
It didn’t take long.
Two sparkling chairs caught my attention in the distance.
The light surrounding them beckoned me over.
I grabbed one chair.
My dreams took the other.
Its always been my perfect destination.