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The weather outside today is my favorite kind of weather. It's a bit over cast, and a little damp. The smell is fresh, as though it just rained, and there a few birds out, singing to their own little tune. It's not cold, maybe a little chilly, but warm enough to get away with jeans and a light jacket, and my flip-flops. A slight breeze brings a wave of scents. It smells kind of like a beach in the winter.
I Love this weather, more than anything in the world. I wish I could put it in a jar, and pull it out whenever I wanted. It reminds me of Duck, North Carolina in March, when I used to go down every spring break. It's quite possibly my favorite place on earth. I adore the beach in the winter, and early spring. I have no desire to swim. I just love to walk along the shore. The smell at this time of year is different, and I'm completely alone. Just me and the vast, open space of the ocean. It's peaceful.
The Elizabethan Gardens, which are the prettiest in early spring.
Manteo Island
The beach of Kitty Hawk, North Carolina right before a storm
Dad, Aliy, and I in 1996 at the top of some lighthouse. I'm not sure which one.
It's easy to ride a bike in the Outer Banks, and to take in the weather, and the sounds, and smells of the place. Manteo is my favorite island. It's a bit more inland, and in March, it's absolutely gorgeous. Not too hot, and it is lacking of all the over tanned, yappy tourists that come through in the summer. Manteo is more of an eclectic neighborhood town, with lots of independent shops, and my favorite coffee shop. There's a cute little book store across the street that I like to frequent when I am down there. I buy a book, goto the coffee shop, and sit and read for hours. They leave all the doors open on a nice day, and the breeze runs through. It's a great escape.
That is what this weather, this day, reminds me of. A nostalgia for a place that is not home.
I Love this weather, more than anything in the world. I wish I could put it in a jar, and pull it out whenever I wanted. It reminds me of Duck, North Carolina in March, when I used to go down every spring break. It's quite possibly my favorite place on earth. I adore the beach in the winter, and early spring. I have no desire to swim. I just love to walk along the shore. The smell at this time of year is different, and I'm completely alone. Just me and the vast, open space of the ocean. It's peaceful.
The Elizabethan Gardens, which are the prettiest in early spring.
Manteo Island
The beach of Kitty Hawk, North Carolina right before a storm
Dad, Aliy, and I in 1996 at the top of some lighthouse. I'm not sure which one.
It's easy to ride a bike in the Outer Banks, and to take in the weather, and the sounds, and smells of the place. Manteo is my favorite island. It's a bit more inland, and in March, it's absolutely gorgeous. Not too hot, and it is lacking of all the over tanned, yappy tourists that come through in the summer. Manteo is more of an eclectic neighborhood town, with lots of independent shops, and my favorite coffee shop. There's a cute little book store across the street that I like to frequent when I am down there. I buy a book, goto the coffee shop, and sit and read for hours. They leave all the doors open on a nice day, and the breeze runs through. It's a great escape.
That is what this weather, this day, reminds me of. A nostalgia for a place that is not home.