The beach in November is beautiful. The clear autumn light makes everything glow. As you walk, wrapped in a fleece and nearly alone on the white sand, the full moon rises in the afternoon sky. You walk to the end of the pier and watch the cantaloupe-sized jellyfish riding the swells. A dog runs happily through the sand. A couple brave kids dip their toes in the surf. And then, as the blazing orange sun sinks into the water, you pull your jacket tighter and retreat to your warm motel room. The one with an ocean view that only cost you $80.
For the past couple months I have been so busy. I have lamented my lack of free time, my lack of time to complete even basic errands. I have wished and wished for time to relax and do what I wanted. And then, this past week, I got it. I took a week off from everything, and I have to admit, I had no idea what to do with myself.