If I win the multi-million lottery I know where I would want to live. I would buy a tiny old house in Carmel with a postage stamp size garden.
I love its quaintness so much that even an impending rain storm when I visited didn’t deter me to stay away from the ocean. It was sort of a war of wills. I was willing to stay and watch the waves come and go but it was getting chilly and so I had to leave before the rain clouds reached me.
It didn’t stay very long and the rain turned only to showers. Just enough to water the beautiful gardens, hardened the sand just a bit so walking was not a struggle but it enveloped the whole area with a blanket of cold air and dampness that called for a seat by the fireplace to warm one’s heart.
The weather was ephemeral and so was the feeling but the dream wasn’t because in all seriousness, I wish it would come true!