a sun-drenched elsewhere {part 2}

This was our third day on Vancouver Island.

Falling in love is a lot like stepping into the ocean. At first glance, it's only a beautiful faraway dream. As you inch closer, your rib cage fills with air and the juices in your belly become butterflies. When you finally reach it, your body feels both very big and very delicate. You can't quite explain why this is. Maybe it's the uncertainty of what lies at the bottom, or maybe it's how small your hands look. You can try to use the language of flowers, describing the smells, colors, and shapes you see, but it would only make a good story.  You can't tell a person what love really is until they've found it, just like you can't tell a person how the ocean really feels until they've walked beside it.

All I know is, beside the ocean I am the happiest I've ever been --- and the strangest.

Today was our first day with the ocean. It was all that I wanted on the trip, all that I needed.  We sat on a teeter totter disguised as a crooked log and bounced while the tide rolled in. We laughed quite a bit when we first touched the water. It was like opening a bottle of champagne, only better tasting.  

After getting slightly damp, we hunted for rocks and made little houses out of them. There were crabs and bones from the sea scattered all around the sand.  Even giant black slugs made a home beside the driftwood.

  For breakfast, we ate handpicked blackberries, and supper was a homemade clam chowder.

What I'm Wearing

cloud dress - romwe { sponsor }

straw hat - spring $6