Two weeks ago I was at the beach.
I love the beach.
I love watching the ebb and flow, the waves coming in and going out. I love hearing the water rise and fall, crashing onto the sand. I love smelling the air, the salt, the wind. I love the feel of cool ocean water running over my feet and sinking them into the sand a little bit more with each wave.
There’s nothing like it.
I miss it.
I used to drive out to the beach after a rough night at work; I’d walk beside the water until I reached the rocks and I’d sit there until the sound of the water would soothe me and remind me how small this one day was, and how big everything is.
The ocean is powerful and vast and like nothing else.
I miss the years I spent living close to the beach. I wish I lived as close to it as I used to. I wish I had an ocean I could go to whenever I felt the need for peace.
There’s nothing like it.
I miss it.
I hate the beach due mostly to the sand on my feet.
HOWEVER, I love the beach for what you just described. I think I only hate the beach when I leave it.
I will have to think about that.
You make me feel like I’m there. – Rozie
hamnext week i’ll tell the ocean hello for you and that you can’t wait to walk along her edge again
We used to take trips to Galveston every year for a week in the summer. Although Galveston is nothing compared to a real beach and the temperature is slightly warmer, the vision you describe is close to the same, and the feelings are too. Except that it wasn’t always right there, it was 6 hours away and for a week during the summer. But for that week.. oh man. Awesome. I may post more about this on my blog. I hope I don’t step on your bubbles.
-G
I miss it too. I had a rock that was hidden behind a dumpster (why its mine and no one else knew it was there) When I climbed out to sit on it, I saw out onto Monterey Bay, and nothing else… just me and the horizon. Me and crash of the waves. Me and peace. I miss it too.
I also used to live on the water… that is a feeling I don’t think can ever leave you; I so understand what you are saying – there is a magic in the wind and the ocean that lets you feel alive, and yet small, and … well it is something I miss as well.
d.