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The sky was so blue. The water was that gorgeous aqua and the sand was a cliche powdery white. The green of the palm trees was crisp and clean against the sky.

I had to stop the car, take off my shoes and walk on the beach.

When I’m near the beach I must feel my bare feet on the sand–put them in the water. It’s an overwhelming desire to greet the edge of the world–to experience the water that has traveled from places I’ve never been and connects me to places I miss with my whole heart.

I’m compelled to feel the water on my feet no matter how cold it is.

I belong at the beach.

That is where I can breathe. The beach is where I feel the most in touch with…something…the earth? Mother Nature? A spiritual thing. I can be all by myself there staring out at the horizon and never feel alone.

I’m renewed by the the sounds of the water lapping on the sand, by the scent in my nose. The softness of the air–the humidity–it comforts me. At night, during the day, I feel safe there.

But which one? Which beach is mine? Where would I plant myself? I know my future is there.

A bungalow with beach roses and a picket fence. Palm trees in the yard that make scrapping sounds in the wind. White exterior walls that reflect the sun, a view of the water, the ability to hear the seagulls and waves all the time…heaven.

Courtesy House Beautiful