What is it about the beach that enchants us, me? It’s a magical place, with the kind of majesty that draws people of every kind.
It’s a place of imagination and creativity, where the mind can run wild. I look to the horizon and see the end of the world, the edge of existence. Beyond that, nothing I can even begin to comprehend. A place I will one day explore.
I like to think of the waves as Earth’s heart beat. They throb and pulse with metronomic life. The sheer amount of water demonstrates the power of beauty. It reminds me of how tiny I am. Of how beautiful I may one day be.
The sound of crashing water on sand is sweet in my ears, always welcome. It can fill one with the thrumming energy of a five-year old, or sooth to a deep, restful sleep.
The sands are like the shiftings and movings of our universe. Ever sliding, ever gliding into new shapes and forms under my feet, accommodating for my existence, respecting my space. Yet letting me know that it’s all there. Beneath me, beside me, all around me.
These two worlds bridge at the water line, damp sand and cool water kissing me feet. I feel loved.