the seaside


I enjoy sand. Whether it’s in the desert or on the beach. I will always love it.

I like the seaside, too. My gramma lives about 30 minutes from the Pensacola Beach, so on our trip to Florida, we stopped by one day. It was beautiful. The sky was a kind of melancholy blue which changed to gray shortly after our walk. The wind was whipping sand around our ankles and faces—the only skin we chose to bare that day. The smell. [Let me pause a moment to say that only in recent days have I noticed how many outdoor smells I enjoy.] There are few things that compare with the aroma of the sea.



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