At the beach, life is different. Time doesn't move hour to hour but mood to moment.
To escape and sit quietly on the beach - that's my idea of paradise.
Every time I slip into the ocean, it's like going home.
I could never stay long enough on the shore; the tang of the untainted, fresh, and free sea air was like a cool, quieting thought.
The beach is not a place to work; to read, write or to think. It is a place for letting go.