The rain was coming down. The surf was busy. The sand was soaked. I stood there looking across the Gulf. Dark clouds. Windy. A few gusts.
It was perfect.
The pictures came across the phone/camera.
What a world.
From Colorado a picture of my grandson on his first motorcycle.
From California a picture of my grandson walking with his dad to dinner.
From France a picture of Paris as my wife sips a glass of wine.
Colorado, California, France all met on a beach in Sanibel today.
Alone but not lonely I embraced my family and heading back for a hot cup of coffee.
All is good on this sunday morning.