I close my eyes and suddenly I feel at home. I am calm. The wind beneath my nose and my rising and falling chest follow the sounds of the ocean. The sand tickles my toes and my laugh sings along with the seagulls. My world is at peace. I breathe in the serenity and my lips curl upward, this is what happiness feels like.
The beach is where I feel at home - I have no worries in the world. I wait all school year to be able to go down to the shore. It is my happy place. Whilst here I am not bothered by school, work or anything that causes me stress. The air is weightless - it is pure and soothing. Everyone is so friendly and welcoming. One couldn’t even imagine that over the bridge there are murderers, kidnappers, robbers, etc; crime seems unheard of in such a place. It is a breath of fresh air each summer to be surrounded by good people and good vibes.
As I sit on the beach, toes curled in the sand with a book in hand, I overlook the ocean - stretched out over miles, home to millions. It amazes me that the ocean connects us to new worlds, some we have never been to and some we have never even heard of. The water sings along to any song you have in your head. It reaches its hand out to you and pulls back within seconds. It strips away all the bad that you have laying on your skin since the last time it has seen you. My mom always tell me to go wash off the bad and leave it in the water. When I leave the shore, I leave brand new.
I run to the water, my body is overheated. There is an exciting fear each time a wave approaches. Diving head first under the water your mind is at rest while your heart slows. You hear nothing but your own thoughts. You are in your own world where anything is possible. There is the occasional tickle of fish floating by, but it’s just a reminder that it’s time to go back up for air. On the surface you feel yourself smiling, you feel rejuvenated.
It is like a movie. My life here is picture perfect, especially when the dolphins float in the air and smile. Pure happiness. No matter how many people are running around, the beach is always calm. A simple getaway each summer, but an extreme self-therapy session for the mind.
I run from the water, my hair dripping wet. Oh the joys of nappy hair and a makeup-less face. I can see all of the commotion, but my relaxed mind drowns out the noises. Actually, my water filled ears drown out the rumbles, but it is still magical. I breathe in the beach aromas and lay back down on my towel, ready for the sun to sting me with its rays as I rest.
