I love sand in my suitcase. I even like finding stray grains of the stuff in my running shoes. Like fingerprint smudges knee-high on a window, they’re a tangible reminder of sweet moments.
My feet may be solidly back on Ohio soil, but my mind still lingers on Anna Maria Island… Not surpisingly, the world spun on splendidly without me while I was away with my daughter.
This week is a steady jog that will soon build into an all-out run to catch up again, but I want to drape the serenity of our extended weekend across the frenetic details of September.
Fresh memories of my daughter… I taught her to find buried sand dollars in deep water with her toes; not so practical a life skill as cooking perhaps, but it’s better to teach what we know… She shares my natural curiosity, so we explored without the random constraints of time or justification of purpose. Why wonder when you can know with but a few more steps or a couple of questions? We kayaked, swam, snorkeled, sailed, and jet-skied far out into the deep blue… We balanced atop rafts in the ocean on our knees, just because we could (more firmly within her skill set than mine!) and built sand castles at water’s edge just to watch their inevitable erosion. We ran along the surf in the mornings and photographed exquisite sunsets in the evening.
I’ll be sharing photographs and discoveries from our Florida adventure this week. Today, I’m digging through laundry and e-mails, still smiling when my fingers brush against the granular remnants of our get-away.