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There is nothing you can do to control those waves. They keep coming, and before you know it they have vanished. They can be fierce when rushing through a storm, or calm as the morning dew. And all I can do is take it in. The ocean. The waves. The blues.
I am a sucker for the ocean. Any day, I would pick the beach over the woods. I grew up on the coastline. Summers were spent on the beach. My wonderful grandmother would take all of her grandchildren down to the beach, and we would stay all day, eating fresh strawberries and ice cream. Playing in the water. Swimming. Looking for crabs and starfish. And then do it all over again. Those are my blissful childhood memories.
As a teenager figuring out life, whenever I needed to clear my head, I would walk down to the beach, and just look at the waves. For me, that was the best therapy. The coastline was my happiest place.
Last year we obviously couldn’t go back to my homeland and the beach I would go to growing up, due to Covid. My husband and I decided we still would take our kids to a beach for a few days. We drove to Ocean City, Maryland.
Commercialism, you probably think. To some degree, yes. There was the boardwalk, funnel cakes, roller-coasters and all that, but we mostly stayed away from that part of town, finding some secluded gems and spending as much time as possible just looking at the ocean, dipping our feet in the cold water.
It was the best getaway.
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