it is nearly December and here I sit alone on the beach of Buxton just in front of the immaculate Hatteras Lighthouse only a few surf fisherman are within eyeshot maybe half a mile towards Frisco and one obvious resident of the area bronze skinned and soaking in more of the late season Sun walks her Lab along the shoreline it is every bit 72 degrees and the light breeze is only perfect the terns float in the hundreds a few hundred yards offshore as I admire them I spot several dolphins on the move nearby one jumps like a kid showing off this is followed by a dozen or so pelicans playing follow the leader a foot above the ocean then dive bombing for fish I come alive when I step from the concrete to the sand when I hear the beautiful music of the waves pounding the shore in perfect, slow rhythm this is where I find myself where my worries drift slowly out to Sea with every precious moment I have in these Outer Banks
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