on top of the world at pipers lagoon

We chased the sun down to the ocean a few weeks ago. It was a last minute decision, an ocean craving that just had to be satisfied. The air was cold and full of fog. Corbin's hands were wrapped in blue gloves that were five times too big for him. He insisted that we climb the "mountains" and once we did, stated that we were on top of the world. Technically speaking, we may not have been, but it felt like we were, so I was happy to agree.

The beach in the winter doesn't hold the same effect as it does come summertime. The ocean isn't as blue, the sunsets not as vivid, and the skies are more than likely to be overcast. It's dark and grey and cold and eerie, but beautiful nonetheless.

I love my ocean-- light or dark, warm or cold, it's always enchanting, and I'll always want to be near it.