In Like a Lion
Early, early this morning, in the darkness, the curtains stirred at the open window. A cool breeze swept over my face and I pulled the comforter close. Rain began, a lovely sound when one is tucked up in bed.
March blew in with much the same weather as on Sunday, when I took the photos here (and the cherry blossoms in my previous post).
The breakwater curves out into the Strait. Huge granite blocks edge the sides of the breakwater and go deep and wide underneath the narrow pathway. It's about a mile to the lighthouse and back.
Sometimes we walk out on the top and return via the blocks on the ocean side of the walkway. Not this time. Spraying ocean water is cold, cold, cold. We were splashed several times.
While the two of us found the windy, wet outing exhilarating, a few pigeons huddled on the lee side of a roof for protection. Gulls attempted to fly straight into the wind and barely moved.
Sometimes, I'm like a pigeon, wanting shelter and calm. At other times, putting on a wind proof coat and a scarf seems like a great idea. Do you feel the same?
Another view of the breakwater, this time from the road. It's a wonderful place for views of the Olympic Mountains across the Strait and for getting close to the ocean without actually being in a boat or the water. It's popular with tourists and locals alike.
Now that March has blown in, spring is well on her way!