Perfect Day at the Beach

I am not one to sit for hours in the hot sun on a crowded beach. I grew up in New Jersey and spent lots of time at the beach, but once childhood passed I’d be bored stiff whenever I joined my friends for a day of tanning (or burning, as fate and my fair skin dictated). I’ve lived in Florida for twenty-five years and I doubt I’ve been to the beach on a typical beach day ten times.

But invite me to the beach at night, or on a windy, overcast or cold day and I’m there in a heartbeat. I love it. I love the solitude, the roaring surf, the endless sky. I love how connected to the earth, and to G-d I feel. I love that it seems like I’m sharing a special secret with whomever I’m with, even if I’m alone.

Today was a perfect beach day, at least to me. I knew the weather would keep the crowds away. Son and I arrived and found a parking place easily. The sky was mostly overcast, and the winds were blowing pretty strongly. The surfers were in their glory, enjoying the windy day’s rougher seas.

Son and I walked, and played in the sand, and climbed on the rocks. We saw birds and jellyfish and lifeguards. We ate sand (three-year-olds like to throw it, don’t you know) and held hands and buried each other’s feet.

What could be more perfect that that?

5 Responses to “Perfect Day at the Beach”

  1. Debby Banning Says:

    Sounds like a perfect day to me! Where are you in Florida to have rocks on the beach? I am about 30 minutes from Daytona Beach. There are no rocks in site on that beach.

  2. BeThisWay Says:

    Hi Debby,

    I’m in South Florida. We have rocks, piers, garbage and the occasional raft decorating our beaches.

  3. Good Fountain Says:

    That sounds like my kind of day at the beach .. although I’d prefer not to eat any sand!

    You are really making me long for spring and warmth!

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