The Ocean Doesn't Care If It Rains...

[jackwabbit]

It just makes for less crowds.

On Fridays, I work within minutes of the Atlantic. Not a bad gig if you can get it.

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[charlie-bz.livejournal.com]

pretty.

[jackwabbit.livejournal.com]

It was indeed. This is Old Orchard Beach, Maine, and while my pic of it didn't save for some reason, the streets are empty this time of year. Not a car or a person in sight. Just one blinking red light, carrying on unnecessarily.

But the ocean still smelled salty, and it still sounded like the ocean...rain notwithstanding. It was only a light drizzle, if that, but it was enough that I saw only one other being, and oh that my cel phone camera was strong enough to have gotten the shot of them walking on the beach in a red jacket in the fog-barely visible. But alas, not today...

Maybe next time.

Sigh...

[ncb1.livejournal.com]

I love storms on the beach too.

[sgteam14283.livejournal.com]

*sigh* I wish I lived by the beach (I do live by Lake Michigan but that doesn't count)

[ncb1.livejournal.com]

I grew up in Wilmington, NC about ten minutes from the ocean. And winter is the best time.

[charlie-bz.livejournal.com]

I love the beach in the winter. No crowds just the waves. It can make one feel insignificant but in a nice, earthy way. How's that for almost making sense?

[jackwabbit.livejournal.com]

I grew up on Lake Erie.

I hear ya.

I only had, like, ten seconds today, but I wanted to put a little sand on my shoes...and I'm glad I did.

[jackwabbit.livejournal.com]

Oh, yeah!

[jackwabbit.livejournal.com]

"They're closin' down the hangouts, the air is turning cool. Shuttin' off the superslide, the kids are back in school. The tourist traps are empty, vacancy abounds. Almost like it used to be, before the circus came to town. That's when it always happens. The same time every year. I come down to talk to me, when the coast is clear." (Jimmy Buffett, When The Coast Is Clear.)

[jackwabbit.livejournal.com]

Just about perfect, luv. All is well.

[lemonpiefirefly.livejournal.com]

*I ache*

...in a good way, but still....

[jackwabbit.livejournal.com]

Sorry, mate. It applied.

Is your icon from "Into The Fire"? Cuz, you know, that's a great hug.

[lemonpiefirefly.livejournal.com]

I do believe, darlin'
Tho t'was lifted from a bigger capped piccie from the vast reaches of cyberspace.
But yeah, great, *desperate* hug...
*sigh*

apropos?
*I* don't know *what* you're talking about...
*grin*

And nothing sorry about it. Great song, great pic, great thread, cap angst. s'cool, esse ;)

[jackwabbit.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it looks like the Into The Fire hug. At first it looked Forever in a Day-ish, but that be Jack, not Daniel...so, it must be Into The Fire, since Jack isn't so much for tannish clothes as a rule, and, you know...that's top five Jack-Sam hug material there.

Oh...got some fun for you...Alex Trebec (you know, the game show host?) said 'Goa'uld' correctly tonight in a clue. Go coaches!

As for the rest, well...

They do crop up though... [/Nandi]

[lemonpiefirefly.livejournal.com]

...such is life ;)

[jackwabbit.livejournal.com]

Such is life. Night, kid.

[lolmac]

Oh, I love that!

For three years after my marriage ended, I ran away from home every December rather than deal with the holidays. And I ran away to sea, of course. Hotels and motels on the Pacific coast are dirt cheap in winter -- I spent Christmas Day 1998 as the sole occupant of a lovely hostel at Bandon-By-the-Sea, in southern Oregon. Roaring winds and rain on the beach, a wood stove in the hostel, and utterly perfect solitude.

[jackwabbit.livejournal.com]

Oh. My. God.

I'm sorry for your situation at the time, but what a lovely way to celebrate the most holy day in wabbit's calendar. You see, December 25, 1998 was Jimmy Buffett's 52nd birthday.