From the beach, with love.

She felt a familiar sort of happiness as she stood silently and watched her feet disappear under the waves, only to reappear just as quickly. She hadn’t felt the soft touch of the ocean in such a long time, too long.

From the corner of eye she caught a glimpse of the red and blue kite of a surfers sail, it was so far off in the distance the sail almost looked purple. She wondered if they were locals lucky enough to feel the ocean most days. Or were they tourists? Had their absence been as long as hers?

The beach seemed busier than it had in previous years. There had been times when it was just her and one or two locals. She turned her head as she could hear the laughs of youngish girls dunking each other in the waves. She let out a slight giggle as she remembered doing the same thing with her friends. Further up the yellow sand, she could see a older couple, with beach attire that screamed international tourists. They were wrapped tightly in matching blue and white striped towels, she smiled and wondered if they were staying at the nearby resort. With those towels, surely they had to be.

Even though she’d be back the next day, and the day after that. She still had a sense of sadness as she decided it was time to leave the beach and head home. She made her way back along the sand, the waves still covering her feet as she walked. She looked around at all the different groups, it was so interesting to her, how all the different groups interpreted the weather. Some were in bikinis swimming deep in the ocean, some were huddled in their masses winter jackets covering them. Sure it’s windy, but it’s not that cold, she thought to herself as she passed the winter gang, forcing a smile, they didnt seem like the friendliest of people. They’re at the beach, she thought, how can they not be happy, friendly and up for a little chat.

Before long she’d managed to navigate her way back to the top of the grassy green hill. Doing her best to avoid the tiny white rocks spread through out the yellow dirt track. The beach looked so tiny from up on the hill, as she turned to have one last look for the day. She noticed a lone surfer laying on the sand, resting his head on his surfboard that looked like it had seen better days. Must be a favourite, she thought as she watched him carefully. It’s wasn’t until a gorgeous Golden Retriver licked the surfers face, he actually showed any sign of life. She longed for the day when she was that free, that relaxed.