A stroll on the winter beach, leaving footprints in the sand and memories in my heart.
The beach is not a place to work; to read, write, or to think. It is instead a place for reverie.
A simple life is good with me. I don’t need a whole lot. For me, a T-shirt, a pair of shorts, barefoot on a beach and I’m happy.
The beach is my happy place. It’s where I feel alive, free, and where I can just enjoy the simple things in life.
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 voice of the sea speaks to the soul. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace.
To walk on the beach is to align with the rhythm of the waves, to embrace the wind, and to find peace in the solitude of the shore.
The beach is a place of healing and joy. The salt cleanses us, the sun embraces us, and the ocean heals us.
The ocean stirs the heart, inspires the imagination, and brings eternal joy to the soul.
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.