A Topsy-Turvy Day

Today, Oakland Beach in Rye, NY

Today was a good one...but yet throughout the whole day things seemed off.

Because the forecast was for unseasonably warm weather, we decided to go to the beach--an unexpected, fantastic, bonus beach day.

The strangeness began on our drive to Rye, which is a town on the Long Island Sound with a few decent beaches. There we were, speeding down the highway--swim suits on, towels, floaties, and snacks all packed up--and lo and behold, the trees were starting to change color. It felt so odd to be admiring the yellow, orange, and red leaves while on our way to the beach with the car's air-conditioning humming.

Then once we arrived at the beach, there was the weirdness with the sun--the light just seemed wrong. At around 3 p.m., we were standing at the water's edge while Little Miss frolicked in the surf and Little Man tried to catch minnows. The sun was low--it seemed almost to be starting to go down--which made it feel much later than it actually was. Because normally when you are at the beach and the sunlight begins slanting that way, it's dinnertime.

Then it was time to go home. As we approached our neighborhood--sand between our toes and dried salt making our legs itch--the halloween decorations adorning the houses were downright jarring. Pumpkins, ghosts, and witches just don't go with flip-flops and shorts.

But, hey, I'm not complaining--I'll take it. Because before long, it'll be colder than a witch's tit, and our bonus beach day will just be a pleasant memory that we return to while freezing our butts off.