Tue, Jun 30, 2009
I have always loved to walk the beach after a storm. I never go to the beach in the summer, when everyone else does. I love to go during the off-seasons, when there is no one in sight but a few fishermen, waves crashing and seagulls about, the cold sand between my toes and nothing but endless possibilities.
Tue, Jun 30, 2009
Spring is in full bloom. For me, everything seems to have a story, and spring perhaps more than any. There is something magical about this time of year, and as I get older, the spring somehow becomes more important. With each bloom, a new story begins. As I frolic among the cherry blossoms with my little ones, I am reminded of my own childhood memories, and the enchanted springs of past.
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