“Let us be grateful to the people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.” – Marcel Proust
Last weekend I spent the weekend camping with friends old and new in Westport, a small town along the Washington coast.
We walked on the beach, climbed to the top of the lighthouse, drank beer and wine, grilled food, listened to a local guitarist, and let our cares fly away on the wind. The weather was mostly cold, and a little bit rainy, and the summer solstice sunset did not make an appearance.
I am blessed.