I like to go to Brackett’s Landing on Puget Sound and watch the water. Friday, we headed over to the water to take a break. We usually call a trip to the beach a “break”. It doesn’t seem to matter what kind of mood I’m in when I arrive, it always feels like a spiritual sigh of relief as we turn off the engine and stare out over the water.
The sounds are familiar here. This particular day was cool and cloudy.
I hear the little waves lapping on the shore. All at once I hear the ferry horn blow and I jump in my seat. I have many memories here. Some of the memories are secrets that only Mark and I know of. I am connected to this beach, and this beach is connected to me.