It's been almost a month since we were on Tybee Island in Savannah, but I dreamed about the lighthouse last night.
When we were there for our anniversary, the time we spent here was almost surreal. The sound of the surf, sweeping clouds, and the beach awash with billions of tiny pieces of shell.
For a while, it seemed like time didn't exist. We sat near the ocean with wind on our faces and nothing but now on our minds. It felt like something from a novel.
For years, we've gone to the gulf for my birthday in January. Next year, if the signs are right, we'll spend my birthday at Tybee Island. Time in the now is time well spent.
When we were there for our anniversary, the time we spent here was almost surreal. The sound of the surf, sweeping clouds, and the beach awash with billions of tiny pieces of shell.
For a while, it seemed like time didn't exist. We sat near the ocean with wind on our faces and nothing but now on our minds. It felt like something from a novel.
For years, we've gone to the gulf for my birthday in January. Next year, if the signs are right, we'll spend my birthday at Tybee Island. Time in the now is time well spent.
There is something about a lighthouse isn't there?
ReplyDeleteSeems like a plan.
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ReplyDelete'Time well spent!' YES, that is for sure. Ah and YES like barns, there is something special about light houses.
ReplyDeleteIdyllic
ReplyDeleteBeautiful.
ReplyDeleteI love lighthouses. I don't know why. They're beautiful and lonely and . . . I don't know what.
ReplyDeleteLove,
Janie