…well, not as often anyway. You know, I couldn’t think of a better way to end the day than taking in this breathtaking view. Yet, even though I live less than a 5 minute drive away from the beach, I only pop down once in a blue moon to catch the sunset.
And what kills me is that I absolutely love it, so does the mutt, as this ritual seems to have a greater pull with crowds that favor only four-legged plus ones. So, while we stroll along the bluffs I get to take in the phenomenon that is light’s swift exchange for darkness, and my fluffy munchkin gets to partake in the meet and greet of a lifetime.
Clearly then, it’s an all-round WIN-WIN!
Being also the consensus of every other individual gathered on the lookout, as judged by the sheer volume of selfie stick activity, I wonder why I too often find this unquestionably worthwhile and non-time-consuming jaunt so inconvenient.
Roundtrip is 30 minutes at best, and with myself and the pup always leaving both completely centered and fully rejuvenated (going on wags-per-minute here!), it seems crazy not to want to make this soul-filling pilgrimage a regular thing.
But once the day soon dawns again, the exhilaration of our trip is usually fast forgotten to a million excuses that will busy me out of going.
And, in reflecting upon today’s excursion, I now know that I justify this frequent opt-out on the basis that the sun will be going down every single night of my life.
Therefore, there’s TONS of opportunities to see it again, right?
This outing has reminded me though, that unlike sunset, we cannot predict when our own burning torch will extinguish. So, with procrastination no longer the comfortable option it once was, I’ll be beach bound again tomorrow…
…this time, with some decent 80’s beats in tow to soundtrack the occasion. I know the mutt will be thrilled, any excuse to have Nik Kershaw reinforcing the absolute need for us to keep hitting repeat on playdate heaven!