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Oh, How I Miss The Beach
It’s been well over a week, and I’m feeling extremely restless.
I’m craving my time on the beach. Yes, I’m looking forward to sunny warm weather so that I can lay out a towel and settle in with a good book while my skin is warmed by the sun’s rays, but it’s more than that.
Since we moved here, I’ve managed to go to the beach at sunrise once a week.
This is my quiet time. My me time. My time to reflect on life while the salty breeze blows through my hair. It’s time away from people while I get to enjoy nature.
There’s something magical about the beach for me. I don’t know if it’s the fact that it reminds me how small I am compared to the world around me, or just the solitude and time for reflection.
All I know is that the weather needs to cooperate with me a little on this one. No more tornado watches, no more temperatures below freezing. I’m not asking for much, just one morning with mild temperatures, so that I can get in my beach time.
I find myself constantly checking the weather against my schedule. I have tomorrow off, will the weather cooperate?
Everyone needs time to recharge, and I think society as a whole dismisses this. I don’t.
Beach time ensures that I will be in a good mood. My good mood will reflect on those…