We've been spending quite a bit of time at the local beach lately. Dogs aren't allowed, and it's patrolled pretty heavily in the summer months. But in the Fall and Winter months - it's too cold for anyone to care.
But my friend Harry doesn't mind the cold, so he's happy to oblige me. Because I love the views - how those vibrant summer turquoise blues of the water and stunning yellows of summer sand turn to into a faded blue-grey. Even the sand changes color, becoming almost a reflection of the water, giving off that same greyish tone. Harry loves the wind in his hair and water on his toes. And I love the almost deafening to the point of making it feel quiet wind in my ears. Except not quiet at all. An unquieted stillness.
I love my Harry walks.
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