Elianna and I are back from our trip. We were home a little before 6 in the evening. The trip back was faster because we weren’t contending with storms and torrential rainfall. You’d be surprised how fast the drive goes as neither one seemed too long. Dad was ready with church clothes and they turned around and left for church. They had cleaned up the house and finished putting flooring in our closet.

Yesterday was a good day as well. We set our alarm so we would be up for the sunrise. We brought our towels to the beach and did “beach yoga” and walked around picking up shells. The first full day we were there the wind was so horrendous it was a combination of funny and annoying. The double red flags were up forbidding people to enter the water. But after that day the flags were yellow and the air much calmer.

We walked another two miles down the opposite shoreline until we couldn’t. There was a canal separating where we were to the other side of the beach. It was like the beach just stopped and opened up. I would’ve swam to the other side but I just had no desire to, say nothing about unknown depth or currents. I’m still trying to process all that took place here. It’s like I woke up from a dream and can never go back.