When we were planning our move to Florida, it was a night like last night that I usually pictured in my mind. A night that we could easily head to the beach on a random Thursday, with two beach chairs and a cooler full of beer and wine. Last night, we put the top down on the convertible, crossed the drawbridge over the inter coastal waterway and were at the beach in minutes. I really have to keep pinching myself that we actually live here now.
Mostly we sit and sip our drinks, getting more and more relaxed as the sun begins to set. We might collect a few shells or maybe put our feet in the water. Every sunset is different and I'm becoming quite the expert on viewing one. I used to think the sun going down was the prettiest part, but I was wrong. It's the half hour or so after, when the sky lights up with those beautiful cotton candy colors, that is really the payoff.
I don't think it will ever get old.
Have a wonderful weekend!