Down the Beach House

 We head down to the beach house for a two week break.

Matthew and me. We get down early enough to go down to the beach and catch the late afternoon sun. Ah, the late afternoon sun, when the day begins to set across the water, it is such a glorious time to be alive. The sea is glistening and retreating out to the horizon, the sand is shiny, the day is as long as the sand becomes.

There is the physical manifestation of the ebb and flow of the planet. The natural advance and retreat. The yin and yang of life, if you like. The heartbeat of nature. The flow of liquid, the life blood pumping. The sound of the sea that you can hear and can feel. I love that sound, it is a big part of coming to the sea side.

We run all the way out to the water’s edge. We pull off our shirts and toss them onto the sand and run into the sea. I feel all of the city angst wash off me. It is the prize, the reward, for packing up and fighting one’s way out of the city on a Friday night. Peace. Brilliance. Solitude. Wide open spaces as big, and as wide, as they come. The magnificence of the sea brought right up to our toes, and them some.