The Beach

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.

 

 

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