Sometimes, at the end of a really shitty week piled with stress and uncomfortable sickness and just general unpleasantry, there is nothing better than some time in the sun.  Even better when that time is spent in the company of two super cute pups and one even cuter girl.  There are a handful of things that define what happiness means to be in this world.  Things that bring my heart peace and calm my every breath.

Mila. Yoga. Beach. Music. Sun. Love. Lyndsey.

Most days, I have to remind myself how lucky I am to have these things, even if they are not always present and available in every moment.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

We woke up on Saturday morning to gorgeously perfect weather, sunny and warm and breezy.  It seemed wrong to spend most of the day indoors, even though I had a final looming overhead for environmental law and was feeling a little stressed.  But I couldn’t resist, just sitting outside drinking coffee on the porch was enough to send back inside to pack, blanket, camera, water for the dogs and leashes and we were off to the beach.

Friends of mine own a beautiful home in a private community with a secluded beach.  The beach is generally empty so we headed there with the hopes that we’d be alone and the dogs could run and roll around in the sand.  Lucky for us, there wasn’t another soul around and we plopped ourselves down and laid in the sun.

I cannot explain what fresh sea salted air and warm sunshine does to my body, but it has a healing effect like almost nothing else.  It is a constant reminder how close to the ocean I need to be at all times, how ingrained the sea breeze is in my body.  I could never live without that feeling.

We laid in the sand, legs entwined while the dogs ran around, splashed in the water and dug giant holes and all I could think was – this is my happy.