Skywatch Friday: Good Morning, Topsail
A few sunrises after Christmas found me in my sneakers and on North Topsail Beach taking in the sensuous, breezy splendor of a new day. For this Yankee, the weather was downright mild. I had almost achieved the can't-quite-bend-at-the-elbows level of layering before I stepped out of the house, though. So I unbuttoned, unzipped, and unwrapped--and I felt what I think butterflies must feel when it's time to break out of a cocoon. The free feeling of being stripped down to just three layers was wonderful. For me, there is nothing quite like North Topsail Beach for the peace, the poetry, and the possibilities these bring. It's all downright wonderful.