I rarely, rarely make it to the beach. We live very close, only thirty-five minutes or so,
Usually for me, there are many deterrents, crowds on a beach make me feel like I mine as well be at the park . . . but this image below almost makes me change my mind . . .
My feet plunged in, and who can say that isn't close to perfect . . . Just like the foamy water . . .
And the jumping waves . . . (I actually played in the waves, something I haven't done forever)
The sinking sand under my feet . . .
Watching my five year old making his own acquaintance with the salty, impulsive water . . .
And my bigger kids renew their connection . . .
It made me want to come again, not stay such a stranger to something so beautifully close at hand.