I love the beach. Nothing like listening to the surf, seagulls flying close to you especially when you have food, just sitting in the sand and digging. I think the ocean is soothing. I like to walk on the beach especially when the sun goes down and the sand gets cool under your feet. You are always looking out for treasures; shells, driftwood, many things you cannot even name. I have found seaglass and coral pieces. Once I found a dollar bill on the beach.
I also love the colors at the beach. The shades of blue, all those different colors on the shells such as corals, tans, beiges, greys. The faded weathered wood fences. Sea oats, nothing like a sea oat waving in breeze especially when you know it is protected by law. Taboo to pick.
There is not really much on the beach but everything is so beautiful, you just want to take it all home and look at it over and over again. Some sand is fine and white while other beaches are made from pulverized shells that looks like cornmeal.
I will always have fond memories of the beach. My whole life has been going to the beach. I will never tire of it.