There is something about a free day, with a warm sun that says "get going somewhere" to me.
Lately it's been a wonderful habit of mine to run down to the beach when I get that getaway feeling. So what that it's September, or October. Just me, my chair, a book, food, iced coffee, and my travel watercolor paint set. If I wait too long to decide, like by 1PM, I might not bother. Even noon could be too late for me. I like to go, spend an hour or so and return.
Then there's the other people. If I tell someone I feel like going to the beach they might say something that makes me think it's not a good idea. I think it's great, others think it's weird. Some others like it.
|Eisenhower Park, Westbury, NY|
Maybe people think it's kind of anti-social to want to be alone. I think it's my time and I need to spend it in a place out in nature that makes me feel good, and helps my art brain to shut up and be quiet. No big thing to it.
Last week, with a clear sky above and the hot sun feeling really good on my face, I wanted to jump in the car and head to the beach. But. All those "buts" started coming my way. The time was passing, I wasn't ready, and I started feeling funny about bothering. Should I go? Should I stay?
Back and forth I tossed the thought around in my head. If I go, should I wear clothes or will I be boiling? Wear a bathing suit, or will I be freezing?
|At the Park @2012 Dora Sislian Themelis|
5x7 Watercolor, Canson paper
And man, was it hot. So hot, I thought I should've just gone to the beach, in my bathing suit.