I own a beach house. When you step out on the porch you can see miles and miles of this gorgeous white sand. Sometimes I sit on the large white porch, in my adirondack chair with only a glass of something sweet to keep me company. Here I sit and daydream of rainy days and the adventures of my youth.
Oh I am such a dreamer. This is a shot of the pond in the front of our yard. What is most interesting about this picture is that the water and frothy scum actually looks like sand. So much for owning a beach house.