The air was chilly and the sun was hiding behind a layer of fog, but that couldn’t keep us away from Ocean Beach in San Francisco, California. We parked near Lawton and the Great Highway, then walked across to the beach. I had my backpack with our blanket and lunches and such but in a rush to keep the toddler safe and happy, left the sand toys in the car. We decided not to go back for them so the boys collected sticks and rocks, dug holes with their hands. After awhile the air warmed up and we went for a little walk, discovering lots of valella washed ashore by the tide. We played to our hearts content, enjoying an almost empty beach. When the time was right, we started our drive home. I always feel like I lose a piece of me when I drive home from the city and dream of living there quite often. Maybe one day?
Do you ever feel a visceral connection to a place that you visit?