The beach was delicious.
A storm was coming in from the North and we had little time to linger but oh the salt spray! We walked and let the waves lick our toes and pepper our legs with salt.
There was the smell of rain and in the distance we could see lines falling from clouds that signaled we'd better seek shelter soon or we'd ride home drenched. None of us minded the thought; water is rejuvenating, especially by the sea.
A barge sallied from the mouth of the river, a giants hand holding tractor trailers that looked like Tonka toys in its grasp. The tug boat chaperon followed at a distance to make certain all was well.
If I could I'd become one with the sea, let it's particles invade my veins and allow my eternal wandering on the edge of land. I'm fascinated with edges and the sea has always called. I wonder if my ancestors called the sea home?
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Thank you ALL for your kind comments on my previous three posts. I've gone back and responded to your words. Sorry it took so long but being away for a weekend also requires preparation for said weekend and I've been a bit AWOL from blogging because of it. I had a request for more essays and the idea elated me. I plan to change up my posting routine in the next few weeks in order to accommodate more essays and thoughts. Have a beautiful day everyone!
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