I had wanted to get back to Topanga in time to hike before dark. But there was an accident in the canyon and my road home was closed. PCH was backed up for miles.
So I took the path of least resistance and stopped at the beach for an hour to see where the seagulls would lead me. Wandering on dry sand was equally as good as a mountain hike, in terms of a leg workout. And it felt marvellous to absorb the different smells and sounds and rhythms of the ocean and its inhabitants.
Sometimes it’s good to let go of expectations and take the opportunities offered.
Well, most times, actually. Don’t you think?