Get-A-Way

The stars lined up against us and we couldn't get out of town for my birthday earlier in the week, but soon the Universe was right again.
We found a house sitter that didn't charge money, but I'm guessing the fridge is bare, and the wine cellar is empty enough to echo when we go back in. But that's a small price to pay for a few days at the beach.
I headed down to the lobby early this morning and snagged a couple cups of coffee and some muffins.
The clack of the door roused Jilda, and I stepped out on the balcony to listen to the pounding surf until she became conscious enough to swallow coffee, without dribbling down the front of her PJ's.
It's hard describing the feeling of being near the ocean with words that are not used so often by much more accomplished writers, that they don't sound shallow, and cliché'ish.  But each time I find myself near the water, I want to try. Perhaps in piglatin. Ice-Nae Ound-say, or something like that.
This evening we found a public access at Gulf Shores and pulled in to watch the sunset.
It was absolutely stunning.
And while we stood there soaking in every ounce of beauty Mother Nature had to serve up on this winter evening, Jilda and I decided to buy a beach house at Gulf Shores.
After the sun dipped below the ocean, and the clouds had their way with the sky, we headed back to the hotel.
We stopped by a quick mart to buy lottery tickets. After all, we'd need a way to pay for the house.
Once we're settled in, you're all invited to summer with us.