I miss living at the beach. Walking along the water's edge with scratchy sand between my toes. Hunting for shells in the high tide mark. Breathing in the salt air and dancing back from the waves eager to kiss my feet.
Most of all I miss the beautiful sky and endless horizon.
Nothing beats the post holiday blues quite like time spent in nature.
It was so good to be back in nature this week, sitting by the creek and listening to the birds. It's spring and they're very excited. Chirping loudly, swopping across the sky joyfully, building nests and feeding young. The sun was out and there was nowhere else I had to be.
Balm for the soul.