I LOVE this color. I love this color with Red, and Coral, and it's warmer compliments. My camera doesn't give you the full depth of colors here but they are lovely, textural, and varied. For instance the bottom right one is grunge so it has other colors mixed in.
I sewed while my husband drove us to an ice sculpture festival in Frederick yesterday. We were listening to one of my favorite Serious XM radio stations, "the Bridge" which is music from my high school and college years.
I grew up in Florida, going to the beach a lot. I wore a bikini, I was tanned with blond streaks in my brown hair, legs strong from dance classes. I had no idea I was fit... I felt fat always. I compared myself to others. Can you relate? I wrote down my memories of many trips to the beaches:
The beach, that smell... a mix of saltwater, coppertone and fresh air.
The sand soft and white as it filters through fingers, sifting like sugar, over and over... allowing her mind to take a rest.
Idle thoughts drift and sift like the sand.
Sounds of gulls, swoosh of tide, crinkle of cochina shells as they tumble over each other with the foam of the wet shoreline, a softer swish of palm fronds brushing against each other.
Deeper go feet into the sand, sift another handfull, thoughts play like monkeys.
Swish, sighs the tide.
Catching a bit of a tune from a passing radio.
A gull calls.
Sift more soft sand.
Consider a long walk through wet sand along the edge of the world. Yes. Feel cool water and cochinas tickle toes... foam at the water's edge is so white... and soft...
Walk for miles to only turn around and walk back.
(wonder what hotel is the low beach chair in front of...)
The walk is slow and sensual, graceful movement of long tanned dancer's legs in no hurry, no rush to be anywhere but here, now. Wet sand massaging away tension.
Gulls call out. Breezes blow wisps of hair. The sun feels so warm on heated skin. It contrasts with cool water lapping at feet.
The low chair calls out.
Sift. The sand flows through her fingers, over and over.
As she looks at the horizon... the world is so. Very. Big.
And so very small.
In her hands
linking to cool parties listed on my links page including these
Esther's blog Wednesdays
Let's be social Wednesdays
Midweek makers wednesdays