Two days ago, on the coldest day so far, clocking in at 36˚ with a blistering wind, we drove out to Edisto. Mom always talks about Botany Bay and the pretty drive through the wildlife and onto the beach and so, away we went.
It was. So. Cold. I was not having it. The wind. The WIND! It really makes a difference. We hardly stayed out on the beach as even Lukas agreed it was "cool" out. Mostly we cowered in the car but we agreed it was a lovely place and should be visited in the Springtime.
Then to really stick it to me, Lukas made me wait until the sun went down, for the temperature to drop to a harsh 30˚ (with a blistering wind), to sit outside while he took pictures of the stars. This is all my fault as I mentioned that Edisto was great for stargazing. I didn't expect that comment to result in my experiencing some kind of Russian Military Torture Tactics on the back porch of our quaint, summertime beach house. The sky was beautiful, however I was only able to enjoy the view for a few minutes before water started running out of my eyes and nose. Hair was blowing across my face and whipped my stinging cheeks. I was wearing a thermal shirt, wool sweater, fleece jacket, wool coat and a fur-lined windbreaker. I wore thick socks and my winter work boots. I wrapped a scarf around my head and then burrowed my numb body into an old sleeping bag. As I began to lose feeling in my fingers, I wiped my eyes and clawed through hair to peek out at Lukas. There he sat, in a simple leather jacket and jeans, staring up at the sky with a smile on his face.
"Isn't this great?" he said, and looked over at me.
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