Wicked cool 12/7/11

• No water at BlueWater again today; more maintenance issues to be fixed.  So I ran errands and worked at Chapin Library.  The change of scenery did me good.  Felt my creative mojo perking and got some good writing in.
• Made it back in time to beachwalk, and what a wicked cool (one of my Sister Kris's favorite sayings) beach walk it was!  A front is moving in, and the beach was a wind tunnel blowing from the south.  I had to bend at the waist and keep my head down to keep moving forward.  The dry sand was rippled like potato chips and stung my skin.  Seagulls did their hover dance, hanging on the breeze.  Mother Ocean churned and frothed, leaving foam to slither down the beach.  I kept going and made it to my designation, but I was sucking air from exertion when I got there.
• Coming back was easy.  I felt light as a feather, nearly took flight once or twice.  Found a perfect small swirly shell, the kind I love.  Hadn't picked up one of the ocean's gifts in several weeks, so the shell came home with me.
• I'm back now and just before the scary clouds moved in.  My hair is a tangled rat's nest, and there's no water to wash the sticky sand from my skin and sunglasses, but I'm dayum glad I went.  Being beaten by a salty gale made me feel alive!