Beyond the sand dunes, a narrow path winds through sea grass and low-lying bushes adorned with tiny yellow blossoms, ending at a secluded place that hardly anyone knows about.
A little beach house is partially hidden among scrub pine, it's clap-board siding weathered from frequent coastal storms.
A white wicker rocker on the front porch is a perfect resting place for any weary soul.
An old-fashioned bicycle, painted a
cheery Turquoise, leans against the porch railing.
Pink Bougainvilleas trail wildly up the corner posts.
Inside...
The furnishings are simple: No clutter. No television. No telephone.
Internet Service (which no-one should ever be without!) can be found at a popular down-town coffee shop, where the coffee is superb and the service is friendly. Locals are like that , you know.
A fishing pole stands in a corner near the front door and a straw hat hangs on the back of a small chair.
Sheer curtains, over open windows, flutter in a gentle ocean breeze and the scent of salt air fills every nook and cranny.
If I'm missing, don't look for me here... it's only a figment of my imagination.
... but a good walk on the beach would do much to improve my disposition!
Enjoy your weekend, no matter where your body or spirit is.
