Listening to the Sea

There's just something about a beach!

I just can't get enough of them.

"Let me get this straight," I was once asked. "You live at the beach and when you vacation you go to another beach?"

"Yes," I confidently reply.

"That's just not right."

It was the stupidest question I've ever been asked.

The beach is where God started when creation begins so I figure there's no better way to start and end every single day.

I've never met a beach I haven't loved. Even the cold weather beaches like in Rhode Island or Roche Harbor Washington have a charm that soothes my soul.

Personally though, I love the hot weather beaches where clothing is optional, bicycles are the preferred mode of transportation and food is best consumed outside.

This morning Sarah and I lay in bed with the doors open listening to the waves kiss the shore. A light rain is falling so the ocean is calm and flat with rhythmic swells that are mesmerizing. Time slows and whatever is happening in the rest of the world doesn't matter.

I've been this way my whole life having been born with salt water in my blood.

Luckily, Sarah's dream has always been to live at the beach so I have the joy of participating with her as she discovers all of the wonder of ocean side living.

There's not much to say laying here listen to what the sea has to say.

So that's what I'm going to do.
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