The week of our departure has begun. I'm half here, half gone. Thoughts of being away from the sea roll back and forth in my head, even as I quickly and carefully, stride over the dry rocks at low tide. I can't help counting down, these finite number of days left of this vacation, this rental house, this summer season.  

How remarkable it is to feel so nourished, body, mind an spirit, by any of the finite number of addresses I've been granted. And, soon, to another, I'll return.

All text and photos copyright Kelly DuMar 2017