Thursday, December 30, 2010
It's good to be home. I was distracted all day by the startling beauty of this clear, cold winter's day at the water's edge. At sunset we walked down to the beach to enjoy the last of the light. The tide was out and sea glass was everywhere; Cal collected a handful. Abbott conducted imaginary duels with pieces of driftwood. I sat on the rocks of the beach, taking pictures of the reflected light on the water. At one point a heron flew in front of me. A moment later, Cal exclaimed in surprise and awe, 'a seal! a seal!'; seen on the beach behind me. It scooted toward the water's edge and seemed to be moving easily. We quickly left, as it was obviously agitated by our presence. I wish I knew his story. I hope he wasn't lost or sick or separated from his mother. It was the first time in the three years we've lived here we've seen one.