98 steps lead to the pristine sea and beckon a morning swim. The warming sun dances across the cove awakening the boats of the Harbor. Tough choices today…which flavor of morning tea? Which pastry? Which afternoon swimming hole? Life losses complexity. Time passes simply. The mind quiets, yet expands.
Always I trek with a swim suit in my pack. The hidden coves and seaside ladders that cling to the rocks along the rustic shoreline provide continuous treasures for a leisurely dip or more robust swim.