Ominous clouds greeted Ms.H. and I as we trekked along the Lewes Beach sand. Not rain clouds- just layer upon layer of silver, dove, steel, mercury, and mist grays. The sun was totally obscured. Brave seafarers huddled close, in chairs, wrapped tightly in their beach towels.
The wind whipped around Cape Henlopen, and we saw the Cape May Ferry roll toward us.
Not the best day for a coastal excursion, but we were grateful to be miles and miles away from the oppression of D.C. for the weekend.
We set out my 300 year old light green sheet on the mocha sand. Seriously, I've had the blanket since I was a little girl. It's softened with age and perfect as an outdoor sit-upon.
After an hour, huddled in the fetal position, trying to keep warm, the clouds blew away.
Like the opening scene of a play, the cloud curtain opened to blue skies, singing gulls, lapping waves, and the sweetest sea breeze. "Yeah, it turned out to be beautiful!" declared Ms.H.
Thank goodness Mother Nature changed her mind.