Sometimes I just need to slow down and catch my breath. I need to let go of all the stress that has slowly built and built inside me, day after tedious day. Luckily, I can fix whatever ails me and bring myself back just by closing my eyes and lying on some sand. The beach is escapism in all it's forms: contemplative, thrill seeking, fun.The beach is another world. It's cheap flip-flops and hopping, skipping and jumping across scalding sand. It's the sound of radios and soda cans popping open; it's umbrella shade and blinding sun; rainbow-colored beach towels and salty, wavy hair. It's bikinis and board shorts and everything in between. It's oversized sunglasses and floppy straw hats. Sometimes it's the boardwalk, with carnival games and ferris wheels and airbrushed everything. Sometimes it's a lone sailboat on the horizon, with nothing else but sand and sea for miles. I didn't grow up in a beach town, so going to the shore was always a treat for me. It was all about saltwater taffy and soft serve ice cream cones and French fries in deep paper cups. It was special, like going out for breakfast on a random Wednesday; not something I could do every day. My favorite feeling in the world is still driving home after a day by the water, skin warm from the sun and smelling like sunscreen and salt, with grains of sand sticking to the back of my legs and the sides of my feet.
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