We went for a walk on the beach yesterday, which was lovely despite the +100° weather.  There is something about the beach that makes the Florida heat seem less cruel.  Perhaps its the breeze, or the sounds of the waves . . . but it's nice.  I often take for granted that I live so close to something that so many travel so far to see just once.

Lately, my proficiency in life is failing a bit, and I have lots of things I want to say and do, but I'm slowly working towards change.

I'm ready for autumn.  I know spring is the season of change and growth and all that, but fall is so much more my season of fabulous.  And then, the beach will be much more quiet and picnic-worthy!