The smell of the beach was overpowering. A smell that instantly took me back to my childhood of growing up on the Puget Sound. Decaying seaweed, wet sand, salty wet logs.....I don't even know all the sources of that smell. Most people would saw eeew, that stinks. Personally, I love it. It's organic. It's Washington. It's the beach.
I walked across the driftwood.......looked for some shells or neat rocks.......snapped some pictures.....tightened the hood of my Eddie Bauer windbreaker around my head as the wind whistled past my ears.......it was getting dark and there wasn't time to do much exploring.
It had been a fairly nice day, but had gotten a bit chilly. Due to a large cloud bank off on the horizon that seemed to just suck down the sun and any color from it's glow, the sunset turned out to be less than spectacular that night.
Regardless, my visit to the shore was just what I needed at that moment. On the way home I blasted one of my favorite CD's and just enjoyed the moment.
Thank you, beach.