A moody night

Just returned from my late-night walk down to the bay and across the boardwalk.

Dark. Windy. Cold.

And the lake looked so surreal. Over the water, the sky was deep black, with these low-lying clouds that hung in cluttered clumps. The lake itself almost seemed like it was milky and glowing. Eerie, yet breathtaking.

I stood on this tiny bit jutting over the water, leaning into the wind.

But on the walk back, I suddenly didn'y feel like I was back in reality. An odd moment.

I'm anxious for the nights when I can head down wearing a tank top and flip flops (and not fear hypothermia)... but I also know that my nights of having the entire expanse of beach to myself -- flickering lamplights and all -- are numbered.