Because I wasn't interested in any human inter-action I strolled the waters edge looking at shells as I listened to the waves. When I saw my audience had left I went to pick up my mat and found within a few inches a small piece of driftwood. I picked it up and wandered back to the pier where I walked out on listing crumbling chunks of cement daring the waves that pulled at my ankles. It wasn't the crystal clear blue waters of the Bahamas, the air wasn't quite warm but it was an expanse of water and sky and cliffs with few others around. It soothed me.
I guess I am writing about this because of all the yoga selfies in exotic places that are everywhere you look on the internet and where I am the snow is just finally melting, a warmish soft rain is falling and maybe, just maybe, Spring is going to take over helm.