There’s something special that happens when you stick your toes into the sand beside the ocean. You can feel the sea pull back, and pull you deeper into the sand. It’s dizzying, and it instantly grounds you, connecting you to the natural world in a way I’ve not found anywhere else, not even in my all-too-rare brushes with the sublime. It’s been well over a year since I’ve had my toes in the sand by the sea, and I just realized it’s something I’ve been missing.
As a substitute for that, for now, since it will have to do, I’m putting this post up to remind myself of the Beautiful Place By the Sea – Ogunquit – because it’s been too long since we were there. It’s always been a magical place for us, where the difficulties of day-to-day life melt away once we cross the bridge, where we can suspend our usual cares and worries and focus on what really matters – the way the moon pulls on the tides, the way the wind whips along the Marginal Way, the way a mid-afternoon slumber enervates the ennui of the daily lull.
It’s always been more than a vacation, and more than an escape from living – it’s the way life should be. Let’s revisit some happy memories in the following links:
A summer day at Ogunquit Beach.
Holding the ocean in our hands, and our hearts.
Falling in Ogunquit.
More fall beauty in Maine.
Even in the rain, Ogunquit is beautiful.
One always eats well in Ogunquit.
A lighthouse in Maine.
Raindrops keep falling on my head.
Even the farewells are better in Ogunquit.
The Marginal Way at dusk.
All of Ogunquit’s entertainments.
Harvest moon over Maine.
