The beach SOL 25/19

It doesn’t matter how often I go to the beach, its still brand new to me. I get so excited pulling up to the beach, Today, we pulled into a parking spot right alongside the beach. Then with bags in hand we headed to the beach.

We searched for a spot on the white sand, walking past the crowds, finding a spot by a hurricane damaged tree and laid out our blankets.  I sat down, letting out a long breath and breathing in that salty ocean, warm air.  Sitting, relaxing, soaking in the sun, the warmth and the beautiful ocean scenery.  This is exactly what I needed!

How is it that a place like this can exist all the time when I’m not here?  Life goes on here, while I’m up north, freezing. I took a walk all along the beach, crunching the shells beneath my feet and watching the  surf coming in and out.  At sometime I stopped to gaze out at the ocean, still amazed after all these years and trips to the ocean by the vastness of the sea.  I wondered about how many animals are out there in that water?  What animals are out there that haven’t been discovered?  What’s going on out there right now?  It’s amazing to think that there’s so much going on with millions of fish and animals, but standing on the beach I just see the calm water.

I could just sit out here all day. I’ll just stare at the water.  I may never go home.

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Marcela

Buenos dias! Born in Bogota, Colombia, moved to Nashville, TN at 4 years old, learned English in Kinder, live in the Chicago area with husband and our 3 handsome Colombian muchachos and love being an ESL teacher.

3 thoughts on “The beach SOL 25/19”

  1. “It doesn’t matter how often I go to the beach, its still brand new to me.” Such a great opening line. From there, you pull me right along with you and I see the beach anew, wondering with you how such a place can exist outside my own experience, wondering what secrets it holds. Wish I could be there !

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