At the beach

I went on a walk this morning. I woke up in my old room at moms house to the constant, thundering sound of the waves and they beckoned me. Crunching my way down the driveway I headed towards the beach-the sound of it getting louder and louder the closer I got. I drank in the air as if it were an elixer. Coming from the stuffy depths of the valley smog and into the ocean air is exhilerating. A salty purity defines its scent, and I feel as if I could get high of the crystal clearness of it. The gravel beneath my feet turned to sand and I took my shoes off to feel the entirety of it. Every grain and shell between my toes. The ocean stood before me in foamy, choppy radiance. A greyish blue hue defined its waves. Seagulls danced and yelled in their obnoxious croaks as they pecked at the dead jelly fish below them. I looked around me and realized I was the only one on the beach, and I felt selfish and spoiled in the most delightful way. I stood before the ocean, my feet getting carressed by the icy toungue that is the northern pacific, and I felt so in love. Standing there, I stretched out my arms towards the never ending expanse of water. I wanted to take it in. It was my moment. My quality time with the sea. Barefoot and vulnerable, my arms open wide I yelled secrets and prayers into the water. The wind swept my words up and away and into the waves, which swallowed them and took them under. Deep down to the depths with so many other secrets. Now mine were there too. Hidden treasures.
As cheesy as it sounds, it was my best moment with the sea yet. As I walked back towards my shoes, my face smiling and windburned I felt full and satisfied. I looked back one more time at the blindng surface of salty liquid and blew it a kiss. I like to believe it caught my kiss and that the sudden gust of wind that followed was a return kiss in my direction. Thats the way I'll remember it when I recall the strong and salty memories of this lovely day.