Early morning -- after the last seasonal party
in Galveston . . .
What a nice holiday it's been. Now, it's back to work. And what better place to begin the new work year than at the cottage. With temps hovering at a chilly low, we're snug as a bug here. Sam has found his spot on the slipcovered sofa, and Casey is curled up on the seagrass.
I had just gotten up to refill my coffee mug when I turned around, feeling very content with what I saw:
I love winter time at the beach; it's absolutely my favorite time ... this scene below caught my eye. I like how the clouds seem to rest on the watery horizon. It's rather quiet.
Happy New Year, y'all.