This morning I got back down to the ocean after grabbing a coffee to journal. I hadn't done that since the day before I went into the hospital / urgent care / er. Interesting, seeing the entry from the day before - actually complaining about my leg in there - then being back there. Ten days between the entries. I don't necessarily journal every day, but it seems to be a nice way to start things off, in addition to being next to the ocean. That always makes me feel a certain way - unconstrained, maybe? Having that much open space with no (or very few people) seems to suit me. There was a heavy marine layer, slate colored ocean, small-ish waves, and some surfers out. One thing that came to me as I was sitting there, even though things looked mostly gray, if I sat and looked where the waves were rising and breaking, blues & greens of sorts in there. I just had to sit and watch for a spell. Seems like a good thing to notice.

Be well.