by cheri block
Last night we left the busy Bay Area, the three of us—man, woman, and dog—and drove down to our tiny spot on the Central Coast of California. It’s important to get away from work every now and then, if possible.
At least that’s the dog’s philosophy.
A blustery wet day here by the sea, this place is one of my favorite places to be.
Every night, no matter what the weather, we sleep with our door open. Winter is the best time to do this, of course.
A weather symphony orchestra pounded out its dramatic music last night.
Two inches of furious rain tried its level best to drown out the roaring heartbeat that is the Pacific Ocean. The slap of millions of raindrops on the deck competed with the comforting roar of an angry ocean.
This morning, the rain continues its rant.
Maybe I will correct my papers. Maybe I will read the assignment for my class on Wednesday night—parts of Dante’s Inferno, Purgatorio, and Paradiso.
Maybe I will take the dog for a walk.
Maybe I will do nothing.
My friend, the Sci-Fi Fanatic, reminded me that it is OK to do nothing and just enjoy the simple pleasures of a stormy day.
We don’t always have to be productive.