"Spending a day at the ocean,
is like watching time with
endless possibilities"
DH
I grew up in Southern California-
beach was what we did- even (or especially)
for those of us who did not 'live it'-
except in our heart and soul.
Beach Boys, check.
Hawaiian shirts, check
Tatami flip flops, check, check.
When summer came around, the plan was
always to see how often you could get to-
how much time you could spend at the beach-
well-how tan could you get?
When you're young, it's about
the vernacular and that meant
surf, sand, sun kissed noses and
Speed through a few (+) decades
now, I call it the Ocean or the Coast.
Granted, the locale is different but
the water IS the same. I know, it's me.
I still want to feel like a local-
I still have this gravitational pull
to 'own it'. But that's ok.
There IS something real there-
life stripped down and I need, love it.
I think it is the ebb and flow,
the same but different... of every wave.
I think for the most part, we all feel it-
when we're there-the freeness,
the infinite.
The tide is high.
xo
