Needless to say, this is one of my fave running fields at the beach!
Up over the grassy dune I go....
Over the rise...
to see the North Atlantic churning and making the sand disappear into the ocean....
Jim and I look out over the waters wondering when the flakes of white stuff will start...
Let's not go there....besides we have to get back home...
I hear some excited waves along the boardwalk.
I must check them out!
There now I feel better.
Oh is that Jim calling me.
Always, hurry up, around here!
Oh he's doing that hand signal thing again.
It means 'COME'.
I see ya, I see ya!
I kinda like that signal stuff!
