I’m out on the western edge this morning, more or less at the closest point you can get to North America and still be in Europe. It’s blowing a hoolie outside, but I’m going for a walk nonetheless. Yesterday afternoon, when I got here, it looked like this:
No doubt, in an hour or two, the wind and rain will have blown over and the sands will shine again.
I hope you’re also in as beautiful a place.
