I just got back from vacation. My family and I, along with my best friend, got away to Destin for some much needed R&R. For those who don’t already know, I love going to the beach. Whether it’s in Maine or Montego Bay, I am so rejuvenated when I feel salty breezes running through my hair and waves crashing against my legs. It happens every time without fail. I dig my toes into the sun-warmed sand and close my eyes, and I forget about everything. I wade out until the water comes up to my neck and wraps around me like a warm blanket. Leaning my head back, I let the water cover my ears so that I can only hear stillness. Tiny fish float between my fingers and I can just barely hear hermit crabs scuttling near my feet. The sun warms my face and I close my eyes, grateful for the peace and quiet…. …then my dad splashes me in the face, and I shoot up, coughing and sputtering. The moment may be gone, but my batteries are fully recharged and I’m incredibly happy. Plus, dad promises to buy me ice cream later. And how can I get mad with a frozen dairy treat in my future?
I think going to the beach and being in the ocean is good for every aspect of my health. I always feel at peace afterwards and ready to take on whatever life throws at me next. My mind is clear, and I am so happy. Also, the extra color I get in my skin is always a plus. So thank you, Destin, for making me better. I’ll be back soon 🙂