While we wait patiently for the weekend to arrive
with fingers crossed that Hurricane Irene
doesn't veer off and dump her winds and rains on us as we have witnessed in passed years,
we decided to go to the beach today
to soak up the rays and watch the familiar sights.
Jim was snapping loads of photos of the windsurfers
and of little ol' me, of course.
Up on MacDonald Hill, the wooden chair had been moved to the top of the slope
so we had a much grander view of the ocean in front of us.
A fog bank hung off the shore which just added to the eeriness and possible foreboding.
Two kayaks managed to parallel the shoreline not expending too much energy.
These few hours of sheer joy and excitement
can only be balanced with satisfaction and contentment.