This little dude wandered up to the beach house I was staying in at Holden Beach, N.C., one year right after a rain storm cleared out. He was a stray, just house-hopping, getting some love and maybe possibly food where he could. It was the first and the last time we saw him that week. Like a little furry ghost. He epitomized the beach-aura, though. Laid back, friendly, scruffy–a tad sunburned around the ears.
I miss that feeling in my life (aside from the sunburn part. I do not miss sunburns, ever.) Are you all missing any particular feeling in your life? Relaxation? Or maybe urgency? Stimulation? Or would you rather be slightly bored? Let me know.