Just before the school year began, I wrote about holding on to your heaven. My heaven? The beach. Corolla to be exact. Through these winter months, the ocean seems a lifetime ago.
Until today. For a brief period of time, my heaven returned. And reminded me that today is the first day of spring. And that after spring comes summer. And peace, once again.
Today, in Virginia Beach, on March 20, it was over 70 degrees. OVER SEVENTY DEGREES. My boys? Practice and hanging out. My daughter? An all day play date after our First Communion workshop. This leaves me with an afternoon. A 78 degree afternoon. Alone.
Shh! Did you hear that? It was the beach. And it was calling my name.
Immediately my mind went in to beach mode. But I don’t know how to go alone! Every beach moment I have is with children. Swimming with children. Walking with children. Watching children. I don’t remember how to sit on the beach alone. But if I remember correctly, a book MUST be involved. It’s been 16 years, but yes, I believe there must be a book.
And shaved legs. What if it is warm enough to put on my bathing suit? I must shave my legs. Now mind you, up until today, it has been winter. Long pants. Coats. Razah whah?
Shower time. I entered the bathroom armed and dangerous. I had a 50 cent razor in one hand, used once. Men’s shaving cream in the other. Water on. Ladies, start your engines.
The ugliness that ensued will be left to your imagination. You can thank me now. But suffice to say, out fell a few aluminum cans, a ballpoint pen and a pack of Juicyfruit gum.
From there, it was only a 30 minute drive between me and my little taste of heaven. I rolled down the windows, put on my bad ass sunglasses and blasted the radio as I flew closer and closer to my great escape.
My dear friends, I give you… LITTLE ISLAND IN MARCH:
Fortunately, I was prepared for what I had suspected all along. Just a few steps towards the dunes and the ice cold wind hits. But I was ready. I plop down the chair, take out my book, roll up my shorts and zip up my hoodie. Chilly, with a faint taste of the sunshine’s natural heat.
Finally a little too cold, I spread out a towel, settle behind my chair and begin to soak up true warmth radiating off of the sunned sand. My eyes closed. And when they opened, the beach was almost empty. And my legs were burned.
I rubbed my eyes, took a swig of my drink and walked towards the icy waters. The salt air filled my nostrils as I closed my eyes once again and breathed. Remember. This moment has to last for a few more months. Remember.
The cold water swirling around my feet brought me back to the present. And a few hours later, I was home again, surrounded by my children. Happy to be not so free again.