Many people wonder about my fascination with the beach. Why do I always beg to go to the beach if it is nearby? Why do I collect shells at each visit? Why do I play in the water even if the waves are 5 degrees and the wind is 8 degrees? How can staring at the distant horizon reduce me to tears for no apparent reason?
Last week’s beach visit revealed a different side to the ocean and rocks. It was a clear night, with a strong wind blowing fine sand towards the water, and the pull of the ocean bringing the waves to a thunderous crash on the beachfront. Now when water and wind meet with such strength, the result is a clash of the titans that sends the water reaching towards the sky. The delicate drops that spill over soothe the skin that was abrased by the sand.
An even more beautiful, powerful and completely mind-blowing sight was the waves crashing on the rocks at the same time that the force of the wind met up with it. Imagine a dark beach, lit by the moon and city lights in the background, the world disappeared into the horizon and in the forefront, is this huge shimmering wall of water that rushes towards the heavens, the edges of the wall dancing to the unheard music of the wind.
Just the hope of seeing that magnificent sight again will send me to the beach over and over again.
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