Prompt: Imagine yourself in a place you like to be (not necessarily someplace you like to go). What do you like about it? What are the most intriguing/appealing aspects? (from The Journal)
There’s nothing like the beach in the fall or the spring. I’m not a fan of torturous heat, so the beach in the midst of summer doesn’t much appeal to me, though it seems like that’s always when we go. Alas.
I want to go in late September or early April when the weather is a perfect 75 degrees and the sandy beaches are not packed with corn hole boards, cheap beer, and remnants of the previous night’s amateur fireworks display.
I crave to be at the beach when I can sit and read or write, and the only sounds I hear are waves and seagulls.
I yearn to take a long walk with my husband and little boys and maybe see three or four other people and perhaps a friendly dog.
No music blasting from boom boxes. Just the birds in the air, the whoosh of the water, and the chattering of my own two children.
I want to stand on a widow’s peak and let my hair blow away from my face. I want the wind to take the stress of the everyday hustle and thrust it into the deep blue sea .
This is how the beach should be. For you, for them, for me.