The Walk
(This is an older piece I just came across. As July inches nearer it reminds me of a place I love.)
The door swings open and my eyes are blinded with the first blast of sunshine into the room. The morning is warm with a light summer breeze. It’s as if the sun has been up for hours but it is only 9:00 a.m. I left the house and my eyes began to focus on my destination. Only a block away, but just on the horizon I can see what appears to be the end of the earth. There are a few clouds in the air, just a little of what’s left from the early morning’s fog. The smell of salt water comes and goes with each gust of air. A smell so pungent you can taste it on your tongue. My barefoot feet start to sting from the heating pavement, so I walk on the grass. I can feel the blades mix with small amounts of sand between my toes. The walk is physically short, but this morning it feels like it takes all day. I can hear the roar of the ocean coming closer with each step, yet I can’t see the water. I’m only a few feet from the sand, but I haven’t touched the beach. There are a few short cement steps up and I’ve arrived. The beach has been warmed from the early morning sun. The sea breeze slaps me in the face while I sink into the grains of sand. My feet cool, slightly buried beneath the surface while I squint my eyes towards the water. The sun reflects off the calm ocean like a mirror. The waves are breaking right on the beach, and a few children frolic in the breakers. I pause and soak in the morning sunshine, with a view so serene that even the tight muscles in my back relax for a moment. I breathe the clean ocean air, a refreshing change from what my body is used to. My eyes pan the horizon and peer down the beach. Lifeguards prepare for a long days work, and a few beachgoers set up for their day spent at the beach. Everything turns to slow motion and a bead of sweat materializes on my forehead. I can feel it drip down my face realizing the sun has become quite hot. I shed my clothing, and dash for the ocean and just before I hit the break. I realize that this is exactly what it would be like living here in paradise.
The door swings open and my eyes are blinded with the first blast of sunshine into the room. The morning is warm with a light summer breeze. It’s as if the sun has been up for hours but it is only 9:00 a.m. I left the house and my eyes began to focus on my destination. Only a block away, but just on the horizon I can see what appears to be the end of the earth. There are a few clouds in the air, just a little of what’s left from the early morning’s fog. The smell of salt water comes and goes with each gust of air. A smell so pungent you can taste it on your tongue. My barefoot feet start to sting from the heating pavement, so I walk on the grass. I can feel the blades mix with small amounts of sand between my toes. The walk is physically short, but this morning it feels like it takes all day. I can hear the roar of the ocean coming closer with each step, yet I can’t see the water. I’m only a few feet from the sand, but I haven’t touched the beach. There are a few short cement steps up and I’ve arrived. The beach has been warmed from the early morning sun. The sea breeze slaps me in the face while I sink into the grains of sand. My feet cool, slightly buried beneath the surface while I squint my eyes towards the water. The sun reflects off the calm ocean like a mirror. The waves are breaking right on the beach, and a few children frolic in the breakers. I pause and soak in the morning sunshine, with a view so serene that even the tight muscles in my back relax for a moment. I breathe the clean ocean air, a refreshing change from what my body is used to. My eyes pan the horizon and peer down the beach. Lifeguards prepare for a long days work, and a few beachgoers set up for their day spent at the beach. Everything turns to slow motion and a bead of sweat materializes on my forehead. I can feel it drip down my face realizing the sun has become quite hot. I shed my clothing, and dash for the ocean and just before I hit the break. I realize that this is exactly what it would be like living here in paradise.
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