Summer Time

No, this is not me today although I'm sure the beaches are crowded. It's the middle of the afternoon and 85 degrees out there and, although it IS Sunday and I have been working on the Times Crossword puzzle, I am too fond of my skin to subject it to the hottest part of the day.  Often I walk on the beach early -- 7:30 or so when very few others are out. Today I think I will wait until about 7:30 in the evening and take a walk on the beach.

We wait a long time for summer to really get here and only the past two weeks have really been summer. Yoga on the beach Wednesday night -- timed to end just as the sun is setting -- is a treat, albeit one that my body protests against. I have to admit that having pass the "Big 8-0" I cannot do the things I could do twenty years -- or even ten years -- ago. 

I am very happy to live near a wonderful beach (actually near several but there are only two I frequent). And even at 85 degrees and somewhat too humid, I still love summer best -- the freedom of going barefoot, the pleasure of sleeping with windows open and waking about 5:00 to listen to the birds beginning their days -- especially the imperious crows that announce their locations with a triple "caw". Then I drift back to sleep until the clock radio plays some classical (usually baroque) music with which to start the day. Who knew? I often think that -- who knew, who could have guessed that, at this age, I would find so much simple pleasure on a summer Sunday ...   except the puzzles get harder and harder because they have so many clues about TV series and various stars that I know nothing about. I've let that part of the world spin on it's crazed way without paying attention to it. And that's  just totally okay!