Sanibel Island had been in the back of my mind for the past 20 years, I really don't know why I never made it there since it is only 3 and something hours away from Miami. I guess there is a time for everything under the sun, and you just have to patiently wait until the things you dream and want happen. Either that or really take all your energy (and money) to make it true. I guess the second one applies best here.
I am happiest walking down the beach, looking down for shells, looking up for birds and looking straight at the ocean. I could've just said looking, but it is so much more than looking. It is just being there at that very moment, soaking it all in.
I never bring more than what will fit in those jars, except of course this time. I went completely crazy and now I have a box full of shells and absolutely no idea where to put them.
Here I am, hoping that not another 15 years go by, until I can go back to Sanibel. That island was all I had dreamt it would be and then some more. But who knows really? Except, 15 years do go by faster than a heartbeat… that is all I really know!
Lots of love,