The sand in San Diego

We made it to Coronado Beach. John loved crossing the bridge. There was an overcast and I immediately thought, this would've looked more beautiful if the sun was out, hitting the water, making it glimmer. His eyes would've glowed brighter, I'm sure of it. We didn't hope for rain. We wanted warmth and soft ocean breeze. Nonetheless, we sought the 'perfect' beach day.

Lunch was filling-- lobster rolls and chowder-- ideal for the wind and clouds. We walked off the post-grub lethargy through residential streets and mooned over each home's individuality.

The sand was warm between our toes, which gave us hope. John took his walk a step further and ran along the shore. His physical stamina endlessly amuses me (as much as it excites me). My mind drifted to meditation; lured by the crashes of the waves. I usually get annoyed when sand sneaks into restricted areas and colonizes underneath my fingernails, but not today...

Soon enough the clouds passed over and took its chill with it. And here we are sun-bathing. Kismet. Good thing we only had SPF 55 to massage each other with. After our bellies are filled with apple slices and plump cherries and have grown toasty from the bake, we'll dip into the shimmering, salty sea.