So, I am going to the beach to take some time away from this overcrowded world with it’s endless loud noises and electronic distractions.
I want to write, listen to the waves on the shore, and watch my friends make happy fools of themselves jumping through rolling hills made of water.
I must confess, although I am beyond excited, I am also slightly apprehensive. I like the sound of the sea, the smell of the salty air, the breeze that rolls off the tide, and the feel of sand between my toes; but not being able to see what lies beneath me in the water and being occasionally sucked under and jostled around kind of terrifies me.
So, while I will enjoy the shore and the time off, I will be constantly wrestling with my love-hate relationship with this vast and powerful wonder.
Here’s to sand in all the wrong places, shark scares, and jellyfish stings.
Here’s to good memories, pleasant sounds, sun tans, sea shells, cool breezes, and time off.
(featured image is not mine, but it is a picture of where I will be going)