:: stormy ::

Doesn't her face just reflect the stormy weather outside? The kind that keeps you locked inside the beach house, unfairly separated from the sand, shells, and salty air. Just after this, the rain stopped and I grabbed the kids and made a mad dash for the sand. There is nothing better than watching kids on the beach. They are so free and happy, running, digging, exploring. It lightened the weight on my shoulders to watch them, to run with them.