Just as the title implies, Marge and I made our way down to the beach late in the afternoon. I had wandered down there the other day and was instantly struck by the beauty around me; because I didn't have a camera with me on that occasion, I knew I'd have to go back soon. Thursday was the day.
As I marveled at the sunset, Marge found things that were beautiful in a different way - they SMELLED beautiful, at least to her. Yuck!
We walked on, the low and setting sun splashing everything with a dash of gold. It was so picturesque - except, of course, for Marge's glorious pile of litter pictured above - and ridiculously relaxing. Internet trouble has had me stressed out beyond belief for the past few days - a resolution to my horrendously slow speeds and inability to navigate most websites (the reason that my comments to those I follow have been sporadic, at best) doesn't feel within reach. Making this very blog post is an arduous task. So, it was a welcome to be able to get out of the house and walk on this mild winter day.
Do you remember a picture like this from over the summer? The inspirational graffiti still stood tall among the old ruins, and it called for yet another photo-op. I hope that I have made Marge's life "good" since I made that vow over the summer in this very spot.
We reached our destination at the end of the beach. The sunset was magnificent!
Yes, Marge got her picture taken, too.
A short while later, we turned around and headed for home.
Another day gone, another walk complete - how lucky I am to have such a secluded and peaceful place to walk with an equally great companion to accompany me. No matter how slow my internet connection is, nothing can take away from such an exhilarating experience.