After being
homebound the last couple of days, the bf took me out for a drive as promised. We headed toward
Palos Verdes coast but ending up stopping at the beach on the border of Torrance and
PV. It felt
soooo good to walk down to the sand and stand at the ocean, playing chicken with the tides and taking in the spray of the crashing waves.
There
weren’t too many people out there, and no one within thirty feet of us on each side of the beach. Other than the slight chill, I felt safe being out there.
Alas, it all ended too quic
kly and back home we went. My parents drove out with some home cooked food delivery and then back on the couch I sat with my the Olympics. A brief but memorable respite from the week of
blahness.
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