Walk/sit on the beach
Tonight we went for another night time walk on the beach. Left our shoes in the car. The moon is full so we could see so much of the water.
We walked right into the surf and stood for an bit, just looking and breathing. We sat a moment, then got up and walked for a bit. Eventually I decided that I didn't really want to walk, so Katie turned us right around so we could head back. She paused us for a moment so we could dance a little, and kiss a little in the moonlight.
We picked a spot near the tide and sat down. Shortly after with a screech we jumped up narrowly avoiding a wet butt (actually, I think Katie did get a wet butt). We sat a little further back. Katie let me ramble on and on about the things I had learned from my books about Marie Antoinette and how very sad I am for her. Katie says I need to be reading happier books right now, I agreed.
I told her that there are times when I know I should be happy (like right now, sitting so close to the surf and in the perfect breeze with the full moon on an empty beach). And I want to be happy. And I feel like it should be in there somewhere. So I peel back the sad of everything else to let it through. But it's not there. The happy just isn't there. And then ... that's sad.
We sat a bit longer, Katie washed my feet when we got back to the car. Now we are headed home to watch a movie of a book I finished today. It's a nice night.