Waves rushed in, scouring the beach, rearranging huge logs, dragging the gravelly sand as they retreated. . .
And the storms ushered in
these glorious postcard days, cold, clear, bright. . .
the perfect beginning for a New Year, the reminder that while there are no guarantees, storms are often followed by serenity, cleansing, hope. . . May that be true for you in 2011!