We Like the Days Where We Can Hike Along the Water As If We Are Clouds Floating in the Autumn Winds. #writeout

Waking up on Sundays are best. The coffee goes slower, the chores seem easier, and a drive to Short Beach for a long walk is glorious. It was a day of hoodie sweatshirts and shorts, where one second you felt the fridgity in the bones, and the next second you wish you only wore a t-shirt. The light mesmerized the white and black clouds over the Long Island sound, but the fresh air was great for the soul. 

It is Karal's happy place. Heck, it's my own. As we pulled onto the beach road she starts crying in the back seat as if we're entering heaven and she has remorse for her bites and barks. It is her way of asking for forgiveness. 

Perhaps such walks are prayers for my own soul, as well. 

I wonder about those on sailboats and if they dressed warm for the cooling waters, and envy all who can afford gorgeous front porches that look out to the Sound each and every day. The birds, the stars bathing their nighttime away, and the shifting light would be a perfect way to spend mornings and evenings. 

I wore sunglasses, as not to frighten everyone I passed with my eye. I'm trying not to look at it myself.

At night, we checked out Don Rene Taqueria in downtown Milford and had gourmet tacos flavored with incredible tastes that easily will call us back again. The barbecued Brussel sprouts, guacamole, and briquette were out of this world.

And now I hold my breath for two weeks as Write Out comes to its 2nd week, and mid-term assessments begin for the Center of Academic Excellence. I'm fortunate to be called to duty to listen to students as they reflect on the courses they're taking. I also get to show support for my colleagues. Yes, it's Monday, but I'm ready to go.