Yes, I feel it coming...walking on cold, crisp sand with the sound of surf and seabirds and the ever-so-gratifying crunch of old crab shells underfoot, beach detritus treasures and wild, far-away fantasies. Numb face. Hot drinks. Long afternoons of gin rummy...
Beaches in the Pacific Northwest winter are not to be beat. Total places of imagination, longing.
Pictured above, scenes from Grayland Beach State Park, Washington. COPYRIGHT 2012 Lisa JonesMoore.
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