Just Call Me Crispy

Yesterday, two of my girlfriends and I headed to the beach. I hadn't seen either of them much this summer, so it was a really nice day for me. The simplest things in life, iced coffee, reading magazines, catching up on what's been happening, a beautiful warm breeze and clear water to swim in.

I love the ocean. When I was little, my family would rent a dumpy little cottage right on the beach in Dennis, MA, and to me, those little stone houses were paradise. We could walk out our front door, and be directly in the sand. A narrow red boardwalk led down to the ocean. The beach was on a sloping hill. We could just play in the sand and in the tidal pools all day long, and watch the sun go down at night. I have salt air in my veins, and the first thing I do when I get out of the car at the beach is breathe deeply, to reconnect myself.

I love the feeling of my toes in the sand, a gritty, warm envelope. I love the way the last remnants of waves lap at your toes and make little moats around your feet. I love to look out at the horizon and see sailboats or motorboats off in the distance. I love the way the salt water makes your fingernails perfectly white.

Arriving home, covered in salt, and sand, and layers of sunscreen, I was happy and rested.

I love the beach.

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