Everything goes right on a beach vacation—sitting in the warm embrace of the sun, the gentle lull of the waves, the soft touch of the sand beneath my feet, and the cold breeze that blankets the lovely nights. There’s always something so magical about the allure of the ocean. Last week, I set off on a vacation to a coastal haven, and I haven’t stopped thinking about it since then. Beaches haven’t left my conversations since I returned and I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop expressing my love for these lovelies anytime soon.
There is so much to love about the beaches. I recall standing at the shore, nestled between the cold waves and the warm sand. I stand there, gaping at the vast expanse of the ocean that spreads before me. The ocean is truly so majestic. One could never really help but marvel at its grandeur. The ocean is a universe in and of itself. As far as the eyes can reach, the ocean unfolds, spreading out to as far as there is the horizon.
And then there is the rhythm of the waves, always humming soft lullabies in my ears. There’s a certain poetry in how the waves dance along the shoreline. With its ever-changing hues, it holds a mysterious allure. The deep blues. The frothy whites. Little patches of emerald are swinging here and there. It leaves my soul breathless. You sit in its lap, surrender yourself to its beauty, and it cradles all your worries and troubles into its vast embrace.
And the golden sands. The ever-changing footprints. Little signatures of people walking over the sand, rewriting the landscape in their unique ways. Nothing stays constant. Each footprint becomes a celebration of leaving behind a mark on the sandy pages of the beach until another foot crosses the slate. We all become artists in a gallery of memories that linger in the sand.
In a world filled with hustle and bustle, a beach vacation is a gentle reminder to slow down, breathe in the salty air, and immerse yourself in the serenity of the ocean.
There’s no end to my love for the beaches. The waves keep pulling me back for more.