It’s early morning and the sky is overcast as I climb the stairs crossing over the dunes. I can hear the waves crashing long before I can see them.
At the top landing, I stop and take in the beauty. The new dune grass is peaking through the sand. The existing grasses sway gently in the breeze.
The ocean is a steel-blue, reflecting the sky. The waves are pounding on the shore. It’s a perfect morning for surfers, but there are none.
As I hike through the remaining dunes, I smell the ocean more strongly. It smells of salt, of peace, of happiness. A smell that means all is right with my world.
I walk out of the dunes and on to the beach. The sand is hard packed from last night’s thunderstorm. It’s very firm under my feet.
I move closer toward the ocean. I am alone. The beach is empty. I see nothing but the pier and miles of desolate sand. And seashells.
The waves spray tiny droplets of mist. I can see it as they hit the beach. I can see it as they break off-shore. As I stop at the tide line, I can feel it. It’s soft, cool, and tingly on my face.
As I stand there, the clouds slowly begin to part. The sun peeks through, giving the sky a pink and orange glow. I can feel it warm on my body.
I want to stay here forever.