The beach is great! Who doesn't love the sand, the surf and the sea? Restaurants are plenty, shopping is too. And, exercising at the beach is so much easier. There's lots of running and bike paths to conquer. There are running groups and training groups that are sitting on go.
But every once in awhile, I get so nostalgic for the country. I long for the familiar. Early mornings as the sun rises over a pasture. Country fences with wild flowers growing along side, deer grazing in a nearby field, crickets singing their cricket songs, watermelon and lemonade, water hoses and tree swings. Swimming holes and picnics, dew on the grass and birds in the trees. The hammock under the shade of an old oak tree and afternoon breezes, crepe myrtles and pecan trees. The feeling can only be quenched by going to such a familiar place. I've been feeling like that this week and I couldn't wait to get there. Home. I live in the country. And let me tell you, the ambiance is so much different here at home.
This morning, I had one of the most peaceful experiences.....a
July country morning run. While I ran in the coolness of the early morning hour, this glorious sunrise was my view. As the sun came up and starting peaking over the trees, it cast a warm glow on the horizon and the country came to life. There is hardly anything more awe inspiring than watching the sun come up over the ocean, but there is just
something special about a July country morning sunrise.
Talk soon,
Laurie
