20130715-220614.jpgYesterday was warm, a gift of a day in mid-winter. We walked from Clovelly to Bronte and back, slowly, taking in the sun on our faces. And when I got home, hours later, there were grains of sand in the creases of my socks and my neck felt sticky from sweat and salty sea air. It felt as if I had carried the day home with me.