Terns. Roughly 3000 of them, maybe more, right in front of our house on the beach. They show up at dawn and depart at sunset. Exactly where they go I have no idea, but during the day they live on ‘our’ beach, doing what terns do, I guess, stand around, fish, and make lots of noise. Somehow I find their chatter delightful though. It is Nature at her finest calling out to be experienced. They cover the sand at the water’s edge and every so often they will rise in unison, shifting right then left in a solid mass of white, then gray as they change direction. It truly is awe inspiring. I have heard that they arrive every June and stay through July only to one day be gone, sort of ‘now-you-see-it-now-you-don’t’ sort of thing. They are just one of the things that continually amaze me since moving here just one week ago.
Having left San Diego after months of preparation and multiple shows/sales we were exhausted when we arrived on the 1st of July. And while we’ve done much to get our little ‘casita’ in a much more habitable condition, this week has been mostly about healing. Healing tired bodies and fried minds.
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