a barefoot walk in the sand early friday evening presented empty lifeguard stands, smooth windblown textures in the sand, and perhaps more seagulls than people... then a bit more family beaching on saturday had us in awe of the crystal blue sky, sparkling sun and fairly calm atlantic at low tide — as well as the seastars and beachglass that the receding saltwater left behind...
there were moments out there to be breathed in that still very much felt like summer and yet i can't deny, moments we tasted that showed signs of autumn too. but those glowing summery moments? the ones that sparkled? the ones that we still felt warm and free? the ones i chose to be as present in as i could be? they were treasured. because i get this season thing. i do. because soon the water will increasingly get chillier so that we'll choose not to let our ankles get wet... and soon the sand will be a bit on the cold side and we will choose not to kick our shoes off to let our toes stay warm... and before you know it there's the jackets and scarves, and so forth...but this weekend. this weekend was still summer. and we got out there. and we held on tight.