Last Tuesday was our thirteenth Wedding Anniversary. Doc took me to the beach where it was cold and rainy, reminding me of our first beach trip many years ago.
Sitting on the balcony reading, watching the rain crossing ocean. And the waves, tossed high in the air, looking like there is an invisable boy, was hitting them with his hand and sending them upwards.
Watching the stratocumulus clouds bring the anticipated rain, I think about the storms Doc and I have weathered together. One after the other. It seemed at times we were in one of three positions: We were coming out of a storm; in the middle of a storm; or going into a storm. And between each storm, the sun breaks out and strengthens us with a time of peace, before the next storm.
Here are some pictures from WaterColor Beach, Florida.
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