An admission: I am re-reading Wuthering Heights. Something about February being generally wild and all over the place makes it strangely appropriate. Either that or I am a glutton for punishment. Either that, or I am a 13 year old girl trapped in a grown woman's body. Most likely, the idea of visiting a truly blustery coast again has finally sunk in. We are taking a little impromptu trip this weekend. To the seashore and back.
It will likely snow; we will likely spend the entire time indoors by the fire. The dog may or may not be terrified of the ocean. (I am hoping we'll have to pry his tiny paws from the sand. We're taking bets.) When I say this place is special to me, I mean that there aren't really words to describe it. I tried once. I'm also excited to post through the weekend over at Habit. My experience there also happens to defy description. I love it. It's extraordinary. Being part of it is even more extraordinary. But it's impossible to find the right words.
And when I return, I will try not to bore you with photos of a small dog in a bright yellow rain slicker.
Happy Friday, everyone. And have a Happy Happy Valentines Day. xoxo