There is nothing like a walk on the beach on a bright and sunny spring day.
Still cool enough for coats, but the warmth of the sun hitting your face is enough to think you should have brought sunscreen.
As the tide goes out you can find all sorts of treasures on the beach and come home with pockets filled with stones and bits of driftwood found along the shore.
You can walk for miles along this stretch of coast but ultimately you have to remember that however far you’ve walked… you have to walk the same distance back.
Barefoot, shoes in hand, even on cold days we put our feet in the water and let the sand ooze up between the toes.
Feeling the cold of the water and the warmth of the sand as we stride along the shore eyes pealed for buried treasure.
Time seems to stand still here.
Waves run up the beach as an invisible force drags them back out to sea.
Forgotten and dissolved they are replaced by another wave, the same yet different.
Like a snowflake, no two waves are the same and it’s the constant motion that makes it seem like they are alive.
One moment it sounds like thunder and the next it’s a quiet rumbling as the rock tumble against each other as the water washes over them.
All five senses are engaged.
The sound of the seagulls.
The sight of the ocean in motion.
The smell of seaweed.
The taste of salt air.
The touch of the beach as you leave a footprint in the sand.
Ahhh, life is good!