A few years ago, I discovered how healing and calming the beach really is. At least, this is how it is for me. I know plenty of people who balk at the idea of lugging beach chairs and towels to the shore or of getting sand in places sand should never be. This is not something that bothers me.
I’m fairly unfussy when it comes to beach gear. I have a little car with a good-sized trunk. In it goes a beach chair and, if the kid and her friends accompany me, a few bodyboards get thrown in, as well. But this time, I was alone. So a beach chair, a towel, and a book were the only items that needed to be packed.
My destination: the last remaining beach in the city that still allows cars to drive along the shore line. It is sea turtle nesting season, after all, so there is much care taken by park officials in roping off any discovered nests. Again, these people do a fantastic job so this is also not something that bothers me.
After pulling into a space reasonably distanced from other beachgoers, I unpacked my beach chair, threw on my big, floppy sun hat, and enjoyed the sounds of the waves and the tingle of the sun on my skin.
“Are you feeling, feeling, feeling like I’m, feeling
Like I’m floating, floating, up above that big blue ocean
Sand beneath our feet, big blue sky above our heads,
No need to keep stressing from our everyday life on our minds
We have got to leave all that behind”
-At the beach, The Avett brothers