Can Life Be a Beach Without Sand?
I wrote a post last year about how I love the beach but not the sand. A conundrum for many who say, “How can you have a house at the beach and not go to the beach?” I hear it all the time.
My knee jerk response, (in my head), is “What difference does it make to you?” I don’t judge those who worship the beach and spend hours upon hours sitting on the sand.
For me the draw is the ambiance of the beach. It’s much more than a stretch of sand at the water’s edge. It’s the salt air, the relaxed atmosphere that envelopes you as you cross the bridge into town.
It is, without question, good for my soul. It’s my muse. I am always more creative there. Thinking of time on my porch gets me through the winter. I don’t love the beach less because I’m not sunbathing on the sand. Perhaps you’re missing some of the best parts of the beach if you think that’s literally all it is.
I’ll forewarn you I’m not a poet… I did however put this little ditty together for this post which was coaxed out of me from a Write On Edge prompt.
Life at the Beach
I love the beach
I hate the sand
What is a girl to do?
The beach is more,
Much more than sand.
The beach is state of mind.
You need not trek on blistering sand
The ambiance is fine.
Just stay with me,
Come sit a while.
Feel wafting salty breezes
Envelope you as you rock
And the seaside teases.
Are you a beach person in the literal or alliterative sense?