This morning I sit sipping a cup of tea and looking out the window at the beautiful winter light and feeling blessed to live in this place of many seasons. I don't think I would trade it to live in a temperate climate, I honestly enjoy the full gamut of weather, from the snowy days of winter lit by pale blue light, to the lazy, hazy golden days of summer, from the hope and promise of spring to the glorious colours of autumn. There is something marvellous and uplifting about the cycle of the seasons, the awakening and emergence of new life each spring, the dormancy of the winter months when growth hasn't necessarily stopped but lies waiting beneath the surface...the whole circle of life.
However, a few folks from my choir were talking of their upcoming trip to Mexico and that got me thinking of warm sun and sandy beaches. Those definitely have their appeal, although I don't have a great desire to do the package sun destination or cruise style vacation. As winter drags on, though, the thought of a tropical beach escape sounds more and more tempting. I'd love to travel to a warmer place, but one where I could safely roam around and experience the culture and rhythm of the land and not be restricted to a resort.
I love playing in the waves and sand and soaking up the sun's rays...the warmth of the sun feels especially wonderful on a day when there is a bit of a breeze in the air. I love those pockets of time when the air stills and the heat of the sun seeps into your bones...and just as you start to grow too warm, the air moves again and you are cooled by the gentle wind across your skin...
Here are a few (sort of beachy) photos from when the girls and I visited dad in England last summer. These were taken in Southwold, on the pier, and in and around his beach hut...I know, it's stretching the tropical sun and surf theme a bit, but oh well!