Day 965 Ocean Mist

A rainy day by the ocean beats a sunny day anywhere else… at least, that’s how I feel. There’s something magical about the misty fog that rolls in off the water, softening everything it touches. The ocean breeze wasn’t as cold as it often is, and the fog carried a cool mist so thick it almost felt like a light rain. It was the kind of weather that makes you want to take a deep breath, close your eyes, and just let it wash over you. The tide, which normally crashes right under the deck of the Ocean Mist, had receded far enough out that we could see a rare stretch of sand—about ten or twenty feet of it. This was unusual for the area, where the tide usually stays close to the shore.

Tim and I had decided to treat ourselves to a little fun after a weekend filled with the usual chores and errands. We were looking for something to cap off our Sunday afternoon, and the Ocean Mist seemed like the perfect spot. We didn’t know much about the band playing that day, but we were always up for checking out a new group, especially if it meant ending the weekend on a high note. To our surprise, the band was fantastic! Most of the members were from our neck of the woods, so we spotted plenty of familiar faces in the crowd, all dancing and enjoying the music. The energy in the room was contagious, and before we knew it, we were completely immersed in the performance.

Once the music started, everything outside seemed to fade away. We were so engrossed in the rhythm, the sound, and the vibe of the crowd that we lost track of time entirely. Inside the Ocean Mist, it’s like a time vortex—loud, dark, crowded, and full of life. It’s one of those places where the concept of day or night blurs into oblivion, and the only thing that matters is the moment you’re in. Maybe that’s why Tim is always so late when he goes there! I can take or leave it, depending on the band, but Tim? He’s all in, no matter who’s playing.

When I finally suggested it was time to go, we made our way back outside, surprised to find that the sun was still up. We decided to walk next door for a quick dinner before heading home. By the time we got back, it was still a reasonable hour, and we felt like we’d squeezed just enough fun into our weekend.

Weekends always seem to fly by too fast, but this one felt balanced. We had managed to accomplish a few things around the house, but also carved out some time for fun and relaxation. A little productivity, a bit of adventure, and a lot of good music—it was the perfect recipe for a Sunday well spent.

Until next time, I’ll be looking forward to those rainy, foggy days by the ocean where time stands still, and the world feels as soft and peaceful...even at the Ocean Mist.