Day 03 of 31 Days of Summer Lovin’ 2016 – Beach

The Beach
Taken in March 2016 in Melbourne Beach, Florida. This is the beach across the street from my inlaw’s Florida home.

The beach. I absolutely love the beach, and I know how fortunate I am to live in a place where the beach is one mile from my house.

However, I hate going to the beach. I bet you were surprised to read that! Let me explain…

I’m not someone who can sit on the beach for hours doing nothing. Lying on the beach surrounded by others in the hot sun listening to music I don’t like and ignorant conversation all day…no, that’s not for me. Plus, my brain cannot sit and do nothing either. I’ve had friends day, “But what about reading? You like to read, so why don’t you read at the beach?” Again, my brain isn’t wired like that. If I try to read at the beach, I become easily distracted with what’s going on around me. I turn into an observer, watching everything…even if there’s no people and I’m by myself, I just cannot concentrate on reading when I am at the beach. I’d rather watch the waves crash, or the gulls fly.

However, I like heading up to the beach in the mornings before the crowds and badge checkers to sit for a few minutes, to walk in search of a shell, or to write a bit in my journal (and even then, I cannot write too much because I’m distracted). I usually last about an hour or two at most, then I’ll go home to begin my day as the crowds arrive. Same for after hours…a quick walk on the beach before dinner is all I need to recharge and relax. My favorite time to go to the beach, believe it or not, is in September. Those who live in NJ I am sure will agree. September is the best beach weather month, and even though I’m back at work, I’ll go up for a few minutes before I head to school, until sunrise is too late. It’s the best way to start the day.

The beach is my therapist. It understands me, advises me, comforts me, and accepts me. It is filled with mystery. Time stops when I simply get lost while walking on the beach by myself. The ocean is strong, and at times, can be scary, but it always comes back to its calm.

The salt water is in my veins and in my soul, and the sand is my blanket of comfort.

Yeah, I love the beach.

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