I get out of the car and slowly and carefully. I can feel the breeze swiftly brush along my cheek. The warmth of the sun covers my body leaving behind a heat that entangles itself with the breeze and made the ambient a warmer place. I close the door and head straight ahead. I can still feel that warm breeze run through my fingers, and I take off my shoes.
Carefully placing them on the bench I put my feet down and feel the warm sand touching the bottom of my feet. I kick the sand around, feeling the soft little particles go through my toes. I observe how the sand, bit by bit goes down my foot, it tickles me, and I do it once more.
I sit there waiting for something, waiting for time, waiting for the opportune moment to set my feet flat on the ground and continue my journey. Finally I get up, and continue to walk. At a distance I start to feel the warm soft permissive sand change into the cold, wet, harder sand, it leaves my unique imprint behind. I find a stick lying around and it’s just big enough for me to walk with and make little designs on the ground. I take in a big deep breath and can smell the sweet and salty water.
I can hear the waves, they sound like if they were an off cue symphony. They start off loud and strong but slowly towards the middle they would break off and at the end they would just stay silent. I pick up a couple of rocks, feeling their smooth and rough areas, full of wet sand that drips off my fingers as I hold them in my hand.
My eye scrutinizes how each and every single rock that I pick up and examines there differences between them. I throw them back into the water and wait to see what happens. I start my adventure again, walking along the shore. I find small pieces of broken shells and as I pick them up I find more shells that are complete and quickly make my way towards them. I can see that the shells I’ve found have not only made a long way from the water but have been polished with the waves.
I come across a big rock, and I stand on it I turn myself around, and I face the water. I wait patiently for the waves to come to me and realize that all along I’ve been walking along huge piles of sea weed, dead seaweed or seaweed that has been just brushed off to the shore. They all look like if some one piled them up to make some sort of mountain or hill, and just by the look of it the seaweed slowly falls from that hill back to the ground.
I turn back into the view of the water. I can see the blue waves coming towards me followed by the white moose, the white bubbles that make the wave even more interesting when they hit the ocean floor. I feel that warm breeze that I felt when I got to the beach. As the water crawls up my feet I feel the coldness of it at first, but then very calmly the water started to get warmer, the temperature wasn’t as harsh on my feet as I thought it would be. I recollect my thoughts, my ideas, my belongings and start to head for the beach, for I have now been purified by the water, I have cleared up my mind and head home, because I have enjoyed a long walk at the beach, and I loved it.