If you grew up on a coast, or have ever spent a long time living by the ocean, then you know sometimes that water calls you.
For me, this usually happens at its strongest in late winter, when it’s been months since my skin has soaked in cold, salty water.
This year it came on earlier, I think because of the nature of this year. About a month ago, sometime right before the women’s marches happened, I felt like I needed to fill my lungs with salt air, and cool my eyes on blue water.
So I took my daughter to the beach.
We saw strange, beautiful things together.
She walked on her own for as long as she could, braved the cold for even longer.
Now that today feels like Spring, now that life feels no less complicated than it did then, I’m craving the shore again. Will be heading back. Soon.