Oh how I want to visit the ocean. Spend a day at the beach! Not the pseudo almost same that is available at some locations along the Gulf coast but the Atlantic ocean beaches I grew up enjoying. To me, the real beach. Arriving early enough to see the sun rise and the sand crabs scurrying along the surface prior to hiding out for the day. Early enough to enjoy the solitude of a walk along the shore, sand squishing between my toes as I traverse the line between the too wet sinking grasping sand below the water and the too dry, squeaking, gets into everything bothersome sand above the tidal line. The just perfect zone, where the sand doesnt stick but softly accepts my passage leaving only a minor depression to show that someone passed by. To greet the first pelicans patrol for an early breakfast or just a look see of their domain and possible schools of little fishes greeting the sunrise of another day, attempting to grow large enough to survive among the deeper water and larger predators out to sea. To wonder just where the gulls spent their night prior to beginning their squawking acrobatic maneuvers in their search for sustenance and dominance of the shoreline. Enjoying the gradual warming of the air and the change of the sea itself as it begins to actively do its job of pounding shells to pieces under the continuous agitation of ever increasing waves. Wondering what port the passing ship barely visible upon the horizon hails from or is destined for. Oh how I want to visit the ocean.
Posted on: Wed, 23 Jul 2014 10:38:56 +0000
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