Becca and I went to the ocean yesterday. There’s always something to be said for a quick visit to the beach, but last night was a special treat, my first in a long time. She came out from the city to see me through my first radiation treatment, which was on Friday (I would recommend my niece Rebecca to anyone who needs a calm companion in an unfamiliar situation, only I’ve got first dibs).
The air had cooled a bit, but it had that salty, misty haze that lingers after a hot day and sticks to glasses and camera lenses and skin. We stood there for a long time, letting our feet sink deeper and deeper into the sand with each wave, or sometimes walking up and down the beach. That dizzy, unbalanced moment — when you are planted safely while the whole ocean recedes around you — feels a lot like living life.