Beaches

I love a beach.

Summers as a kid were spent at our cottage. Driving along the water as we got closer was pure anticipation. Cousins, aunts and uncles, Grandpa!

My Aunt Maureen was a lifeguard so she could take us out when the waves were big. She taught us to jump the waves and to body surf. Every day was a beach day. We swam multiple times. I remember pulling on my least wet sandy swim suit and heading down the wooden steps. The last five were too big to manage alone so you needed a grown up to help.

We spent hours collecting rocks and shells and if you were really lucky, tiny pieces of blue glass. The beach meant summer and summer meant freedom and pure fun.

I took my own kids to a California beach that I came to also love. I logged hours watching them play in the surf. I ran and walked many miles on the sand and on the beach wall. I was there every day. Somedays more than once.

Luckily our adventure on the East coast is taking place in a beach town as well. Beaches here are less populated and calmer. No waves but the summer time vibe is alive, though fleeting. The beach is helping me ease into my new location. Spending time in nature can be many different things. I’m so glad that for me it means walking along a beach, feet in the water. A beach can be so regulating for me. I love it.