What a Difference a Year Makes! Labor Day 2013

What a difference a year makes. Last Labor Day weekend-time-ish, I was fully immersed in the hazy lazy days of Summer NYC muck, but struggling hard to find the beauty. Occassionally I was able to find those little things - like a marigold pushed into a rust hole in a subway platform - or to look up at the mid-town skyline and discover a lantern-top I'd never seen before.

But ... even then, if you had been reading between the lines, you could tell that I was ready to start ...

screaming ...

running for the hills ...

looking ...

for an escape,

a new view,

a different path,

some perspective or clarity.

Something definitely was fishy!

Luckily, an escape to the shore was arranged where in some serious relaxing and some very pertinent conversations were held.

Tales were told. Carbs were inhaled.

  Sea plums were admired. Shorefront property was envied.

 Sand was felt between our toes. 

Sun, surf, sand, salt, secrets, and "somedays"

 and

 "So, What ifs..."

and here we are a year later.

Thanks Christine.

Thank you just isn't enough.

What a difference a year makes!

Reminder to all:

 Just look for the signs -- so you don't have to bang on the ESC key so much.