Saturday, January 24, 2009
Yesterday evening was simply beautiful. The last rays of the sun reflected off houses along the beach; puffs of blue-gray clouds drifted low; windblown sand, white as snow, had drifted high; and we were snuggled contentedly in between.
“Contentment is not the fulfillment of what you want, it is the realization of how much you already have.”
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DJ, very nice! White as snow! I look around here, and really try hard to imagine that the snow I see is really white sand (and then I step outside...brr!)
Deb Baker in Michigan
It's a good feeling, and often fleeting. There should be a recipe for it.
Great shot DJ
Looks like home away from home
Cold and wet in Atlanta Brr
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