A Day at the Beach
Growing up in Southern California, there is no place I feel more at home than on a beach. My husband says that from the second I see the water and dip my toes into the sand, a calm comes over me. For today’s slice, like so many before me, I thought I would write about the ocean.
Sun on my face.
Sand between my toes.
Waves crashing on the shore.
A gentle breeze ruffles my hair.
The ocean calls to me.
Slowly, I make my way to the water.
Crisp and cool, I linger at the shore.
Bit by bit, I creep ever deeper.
A wave approaches.
Finally ready, I dive below reveling in the clear blue.