It's Saturday night and I'm sitting at the dining table in the beach cottage listening to the rain fall in the courtyard. Earlier, we could hear the ocean, and it's humming behind the slap of the rain on the stones, but the rain has picked up and the crackle in the yard is drowning the sound of the ocean.
It rained on and off today. We didn't leave home until after 4, so by the time we reached the Severn River and the sun came out it was softened enough to lend a warm glow to the scenery. The bay looked bright and clear, and Kent narrows was beautiful. We lost the sun again as we split off towards 404 and have been dealing with sporadic rain ever since. It's calming, though; the air is cool and calm, and the usual beach traffic is missing.
We had an easy supper of pizza and wings, then set off to find dessert, which was difficult with off-season store hours. Thank goodness for Wawa. With piles of junk food in hand, we came back to the cottage and hung out with Uncle Steve. Tomorrow I'll head out and see how the beach looks with the storm offshore -- eight foot waves are predicted -- and see what's still open in Bethany.
Maybe I'll try my hand with Kelly's camera again. TTFN, M
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You have such a poetic writing style! It nearly rivals your artistic photography prowess...
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