Life is a beach

Or so it seems. Every time I call someone in Europe I am told of people who are on vacation, many of them at a beach somewhere. Well, I don’t think I will make it to a beach this year, but I still miss it quite a bit. Funny, the way things turn out. When I was a kid and my parents wanted to drive to the beach I was always trying to weasel out of going.
My favorite time at the beach is during the low tide when you have the baby waves come crawling through the sand trying to reach your feet. The sound of the ocean is also fabulous and rather relaxing. And the view, of course, is dazzling. You cannot feel blue after contemplating the blue ocean, can you???
OK, you got me. Sometimes going to the beach is no fun because it is dirty! Courtesy of the previous visitors…


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