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.
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.
To escape and sit quietly on the beach — that's my idea of paradise.
The beach is not a place to work; to read, write or to think.
To go out with the setting sun on an empty beach is to truly embrace your solitude.