yesterday was a WHIRL of meetings and calls and driving here and there and then there was a lovely p a u s e in the schedule.
we happened to be not far from the Ocean (the delights of living in southern california make this sentence possible and most delicious to write or rather t y p e).
so we parked the perfectly silver prius and took a stroll, the cardigan slung casually over one shoulder (it was a cool day but only relatively speaking for this climate) and got lots of sand on the doctor martens (which we had to wipe off carefully at a 5 star hotel before our next meeting so we still looked Professional, if a little sun-kissed).
the ocean was sparklingly blue.
and the sky similarly so.
and the glittering sunshine made everything just so Hopeful.
we watched the seagulls fly around. and then noticed that most of them had settled their bottoms into the sand and their chins into their chest and were just Gazing at the Sea and enjoy the sun bestow freckles (do seagulls get freckles?)
so we did the same.
and it was ever so nice.
isn’t life delicious?
will you get a chance to pause to sniff a fragrant rose or join seagulls in freckle-making or sit quietly by your kitchen window and look out at the rain and consider which novel to read next or curl up under a tree while all wrapped up in cashmere layers and look up at the wind playing havoc with the leaves or………..
a delicious and poignant and lovely day in the country for our last sunday on the East Coast.
grand central station was lit up by the shimmery weak but welcomed winter sun.
we stood awhile by the clock.
and thought of all the times we have stopped and thought awhile by the clock at grand central station since our first Ever trip to NYC in (can it have been that long ago?) 1996.
as well as All the Movies we have seen where characters stopped and waited for Someone Important by the Clock.
and an hour or so later – there we were – In The Country.
there was a Friend (JW/1) and a dog (always important for Days in the Country to be Fully successful we think) – this one is called Arden.
there was a bubbling brook (not sure if we’ve heard a bubbling brook for an Age – probably not since England).
and a hardy red rose peeping through the SNOW!
the Country had snow.
there was a Pause by the stairs and a looking out at the trees while the kettle was popped on in the lovely big range kitchen and newspapers ruffled and sorted and Read Out Loud From.
beans on toast and more-tea-please.
and British Telly (giggles on the two couches).
with Lots of quiet talk and catching up and lovely connection and then……..
another Long Pause in the snowy crisp air with Arden and JW1 and the countryside said, “take a breath,”
and. we. did.
all will be well.
or so we believe.
did you have a delicious weekend?
tea? beans-on-toast? conversation?
phew. first break all day. got a cab here – wherever this cafe is – to collect our thoughts before next long meeting – fun to speak (kinda) spanish……with a large amount of european/american charm and verve and an ever larger dose of j e t. l. a. g.