My sleep schedule has been pretty ridiculous lately, with my going to bed between 6 and 9am. That, combined with wanting to smell the outdoors (without having a dog's backside included in the trip), and just...feeling like I needed to move, I drove out to the beach.
The beachside that I frequent is on the east coast of Florida. I prefer the quaint, sleepy town that's attached to it; the scene it displays when I reach the top of the bridge that leads down to the shore is probably one of my favorite moments of every trip.
Had I thought about it too much, I may have not chosen Florida's first cool morning as the day to veer from my normal habits. I'm very glad I did, though. The air was chilly, the wind brisk, and I was only one of maybe 4-5 other people even awake and moving around outside.
Today is a reminder that I enjoy stepping outside of the house; that it can be a reward for the hard work that happens when I'm cooped up and working. I will have more moments like this morning. Maybe it won't always be at the beach, but those moments aren't limited to a specific place or space.
