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Knock knock knock on wood.

There are so many times in life where I think that it is impossible to stop my head from chewing over thoughts. Chewing them up into little fragments of themselves. A microanalysis of every moment.

Yet somehow here my mind has been completely silent. Completely and blissfully silent.

I am just enjoying myself.

It's been overcast this week with rain on and off. When I looked at the forecast I almost sulked and then today walking back up to the room I realize it has been a blessing. Usually a July beach week is scorching hot. So much so that I end up walking from the beach back to the condo to cool off once ever twenty minutes or so. With the overcast skies I have been able to stay outside all day and just relax.

Last night was perfect too. I was leaning back having my hair braided by Maura and brushed by Marissa (my 7 year old cousin) for an extended period of time. In the middle of the pampering I dozed off. When I woke up Marissa was still running a comb through my hair. I danced between awake and asleep listening to her asking everyone if they had clips. When I woke up this is how I found her. (The pillow you see is where I fell asleep!)


Anonymous said…
OMG Jamie, I found myself being lulled into a very relaxed state, imagining the gentle hair brushing! Like you, I really enjoy overcast days at the beach. The beach tends to be a bit more deserted and there is just a restfulness to it! I am glad you are having a good time.

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