Before I write anything else, it’s worth noting: It feels like mid December .. And it’s spring time. The days are getting longer but not warmer, at least not here in the East, where cold seemingly snuggled into the lands back in January and stuck around ever since. Snowstorm after snowstorm, brief thaws that only turned to ice.. All that behind us, but what’s ahead? Apparently more snow–forecasters are at least speaking of some predictions that snow yet again will strike Coal Speaker home base by the middle to end of the week…
Nonetheless, tonight, as the sun’s final rays faded into black, a cold wind blew as I walked outside. And I couldn’t help but think of Long Beach Island.
I’m a part time vacationer–which means if I actually go on vacation I really don’t enjoy myself.. Something deep down prevents any form of relaxation, I guess. I imagine it will get even tougher with a child in the family–but at least now there is a rewarding reason not to relax.
But as a lover of Long Beach Island, I just can’t stop wondering how the little slice of paradise is tonight?
The winds are cold there, too, I’d guess. But along with those cold winds come beautiful sites of a bay on one side of the highway and a deep and dark ocean on the other…
I miss it. I hope to go back. And I hope my wife and I can introduce a young and inquisitive Ayden to the little island as well.
Maybe he will become a lover, like me, of Chicken or the Egg. Maybe the little AM will enjoy the PM watching over the island from the lighthouse at the top.. And maybe even he, like me, will enjoy the humble rooms of the Buccaneer Motel.
I hope..
It’s been a while since I was there. Maybe this year I can get back there..
That is, of course, once these cold and biting winds go away and warmth comes back ..
