I lived about a mile from the San Francisco bay for almost 20 years. While I didn't go down by the water every day, I did make it a habit to visit regularly. Plus, we used to go walk Caspar at Pt. Isabel or shop at next door Coscto (seriously, that has got to be one of the most picturesque Costco locations ever). And even if I wasn't actually touching distance of the bay, it was just a short walk up the hill where there was a good view of it (oh, those sunsets!).
For the past 10 years now, I've lived walking distance from the James river. No, it's not the San Francisco Bay or the Pacific ocean, but it's wonderful nonetheless. To walk along and listen to the water, to see the rise and fall of the volume, to enjoy all the wildlife (especially the birds) is really rather special. I consider myself fortunate. And I'm grateful the first house I had an offer on fell through, because I wouldn't have the same proximity to this lovely body of water. Someone, or some energy, was looking out for the needs of my spirit.
Is it just me, or does the shadow next to mine look like the river is waving back?
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