the beach (although, where i come from, we call it the coast)

You already know how I feel about the ocean

Gritty sand sticking between my toes
The way sand sucks at and holds your feet to the earth stronger than simple gravity
Crashing waves
Earthy salt spray taste in your mouth
Power
Energy
Serenity
Insignificance
Yet also, somehow, significance
Memories
The warm (some days, anyway) comfort of sand
Rugged
Cold
Cool
The way even after a long hard day at work standing in cool waves with your eyes closed refreshes and energizes not just the body, but the soul
Seagulls
Sea lions
Rocks
Sand dollars
Shells
Seaweed
Starfish
Jellies
Coral
Steady
Ageless
Eternal

[Day 199 of Ann Dee Ellis’ 8-Minute Memoir.]