Magic Waves

Dear Friends, 
Coming from a small town, I can see now how, a big bad flavourful city can seem intriguing, full of potential and promises. However, as I return home, a few pounds heavier and more than a few hundred dollars lighter, I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I love everything Cobourg offers me in the summer; swimming outdoors, cycling, paddling (yes, I took up paddling), the sun, the sky, the lake, live music on patios, movies and concerts in the park. Even its thunderstorms have a certain 'Je ne sais quoi'.

But, as my memory hangs on tightly to images of my granddaughters blowing me goodbye kisses, I feel dissatisfaction rising to the occasion. 

 "Why can't I have it all"? I complain to the flock of ducks resting on the beach. My ingratitude offends them. They fly away, leaving me alone with my picnic. 
Luckily, rhythmic waves ending their journey at my feet, bring me peace of acceptance. Once a month is not as good as once a week, but it's much better than once a year, I hear the breeze whisper in my ear. And that's how one part of mind takes over the other, till the next time....