A beach is not only a sweep of sand, but shells of sea creatures, the sea glass, the seaweed, the incongruous objects washed up by the ocean.
In every outthrust headland, in every curving beach, in every grain of sand, there is the story of the earth.
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 a place of healing and joy. The salt cleanses us, the sun embraces us, and the waves carry away our worries.
The ocean stirs the heart, inspires the imagination, and brings eternal joy to the soul.
I could never resist the call of the trail or the sight of a woman walking alone on the beach.
At the beach, life is different. Time doesn't move hour to hour but mood to moment. We live by the currents, plan by the tides, and follow the sun.