|New Year's morning|
|with fresh snow!|
It's been uncharacteristically cold and windy in Victoria, but if not for the dustings of snow the scenery could almost pass for summer.
I had the entire beach to myself on this windy day. I sat for awhile on a washed-up log, watching the waves roll in, trying (failing) to spot whales amidst the whitecaps, and listening to the tremendous roar of the ocean. You know in old books where people are sent away to convalesce by the sea? I think it took leaving the coast and returning for me to finally appreciate what these people were onto. But restorative powers or not, I'll always feel at home by the ocean and hope one day to be so lucky as to return to the west coast. In the meantime, it makes holidays here feel all the more special!