The Beach

Have you ever been to the beach and just looked?
Just listened?
Felt what the sand feels like?
How cold and soothing the water can be?

The beach is the best place in the world. And there isn't just one.
There's hundreds.
Thousands.
How awesome is that?

I have a few favourite spots near home where I like to sit in my car and write while watching the waves or listening to the wind and the seagulls. It's so peaceful. It's so calming. It feels safe.

Lots of people enjoy going to the beach with friends, having a chilled out day and a BBQ for dinner. I don't like that so much. It takes my focus away from the beach and onto the people.

I'm so lucky that I still have such a child like wonder whenever I see the ocean. My favourite memories of any holiday or day trip are those when we would come up over a hill or a mountain and see the huge expansive ocean on the other side. Water for miles and miles.

The words would come out before I'd even realised. I couldn't hold the excitement in.
Sometimes now I stop myself.
Ok not sometimes. Nearly every time.

I hide the "wows" and stop my eyes from lighting up. Maybe thats the anxiety, maybe its just part of how I think adults are expected to be.

I'm not going to hold it in anymore. Not about the beach. The beach is my safe place. The beach is mine.

I wish I could paint well. If I could do that I would paint a beach.