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got my feet wet at Carson Beach
I went to the edge of the ocean, and got my feet wet, and enjoyed the faint salt water/ociean smell. The water was cold, of course--this is Boston Harbor, and May--but fine for a little bit of wading with my pants legs rolled up.
A few days ago, I was thinking about how long it had been since I looked at the ocean, and I remembered![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
adrian_turtle talking about having been near the beach while tutoring students who lived near the red line in Boston. I asked her for more information, and after telling me that there are beaches near the Andrew or JFK station, she suggested that we go there together. We woke up to a warm day, with nothing else planned, so we went after lunch.
I had fun, despite not being dressed for the beach. I rolled up my jeans, put my shoes and socks in my backpack, and left it on the sand near the water. I stood in ankle-deep water for a bit, looking at the water and the sky, and it was good. I ant to go back soon, dressed more appropriately, and without a backpack full of stuff that I didn't want to leave at her place for several days. (I tried that a couple of visits ago, and the weather shifted, and I wished I hadn't left my jacket there.)
It's been a long fourteen months, and also I hadn't been doing as much exploring (random or otherwise) of the area as I intended to when we moved here. This is a bit of that, and a good (re)start.
A few days ago, I was thinking about how long it had been since I looked at the ocean, and I remembered
adrian_turtle talking about having been near the beach while tutoring students who lived near the red line in Boston. I asked her for more information, and after telling me that there are beaches near the Andrew or JFK station, she suggested that we go there together. We woke up to a warm day, with nothing else planned, so we went after lunch.I had fun, despite not being dressed for the beach. I rolled up my jeans, put my shoes and socks in my backpack, and left it on the sand near the water. I stood in ankle-deep water for a bit, looking at the water and the sky, and it was good. I ant to go back soon, dressed more appropriately, and without a backpack full of stuff that I didn't want to leave at her place for several days. (I tried that a couple of visits ago, and the weather shifted, and I wished I hadn't left my jacket there.)
It's been a long fourteen months, and also I hadn't been doing as much exploring (random or otherwise) of the area as I intended to when we moved here. This is a bit of that, and a good (re)start.