This video could have been taken any sunny day on this beach, any time during these last ten years of retirement. Hubby would drive to the parking area about 200 yards from this spot and wait for me to walk from our house and join him for a walk on the beach. Usually, after a few yards, he would park himself down as I walked the length of this beach, a half a mile to the mouth of the outflow of the lake, the direction I'm walking now, on easy terrain most of the way. He would then leave for home as I walked four miles the opposite direction, toward the lighthouse, then up to Paradise Point and another couple of miles on a paved road back home.
We did this routine for many years. Just the idea that we were so close to these walks buoyed us.
(I no longer walk the opposite direction toward Paradise Point. After a bad fall, my ankle and knees scream to go home soon after the short walk.)
He usually takes pictures of the waves, the marine life, the big panorama all around. On this day, he pointed his phone camera my direction for a good length of time. Not at all his style.
How predictable we are.
How unpredictable we can be.
There is really a big tug of war in our lives: the need for comfort and routine versus the need for adventure and surprise.
I'm in need of adventure at the moment. Stay tuned.