To escape and sit quietly on the beach - that's my idea of paradise.
The waves of the sea help me get back to me.
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.
The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever.
The beach calls to all of us, but it calls to some of us more strongly.
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.
To go out with the setting sun on an empty beach is to truly embrace your solitude.
The beach is not a place to work; to read, write or to think.
The beach is my happy place.