Footprints in the Sand

I have a cousin back home who is on a mission to get me to say I am lonely while on the road. I think secretly she just wants to be a loner van dwelling hippie too, and is looking at me to give her any excuse not to. But truthfully, sometimes I do miss seeing a familiar face.

However, last week Lexi and I took a long walk on Beach 4 of the Washington Coast to say good bye to the ocean before heading East. She sported her new blue marshmallow jacket and pranced along side me. I turned back to look at the waves and saw our footprints in the sand. It looked as though we had been dancing.

And I realized, I'm far from alone.