I like walking the beach. It’s good for the mind, body, and soul – and refreshing on my feet.
After arriving, unpacking, grocery shopping, and a supply trek to Costco, today is my first full day of our respite as snowbirds.
It’s good to return to life as my alter ego – the time without appointments – a time of minimal commitments – a time without the feeling that I have to do something – a time when I try to leave my daily burdens behind. I’ve carried some of life’s baggage with me to this place – that’s what life does – but it’s different than a year ago.
It’s good to see the fine, off-white sand from the balcony for the first time since a year ago.
It’s good to see a seemingly endless vast view of water that will help me discover metaphors for future walks.
It’s good to have the first struggle with the fine, soft sand on my way to the water’s edge.
It’s good to feel the packed sand at the water’s edge that will serve as my pavement for the weeks to come.
It’s good to begin my daily walking routine as I move eastward for the first walk. On most days I will get over 10,000 steps before noon. I hope for a day-long trek before leaving.
It’s good to see the string of shells marking high tide. Each year we’ve focused on different shells, but because we have enough, we will give preference only to the unique shells we encounter.
It’s good to feel the water moving across my feet. It’s a bit brisk at the moment, but I’m confident a truly refreshing temperature is approaching.
It’s good to see my first group of sanderlings – the small birds with the fast-moving legs in their ongoing hunt for food at the water’s edge. Their presence always makes me smile.
It’s good to hear the sounds of the beach – the water coming ashore – the whistling of the steady breeze – the squawking seagulls – and even the air traffic from the nearby naval air station.
It’s good to smell the freshness of the sea air – that hint of salt with a skosh of marine life – a different scent than the air of my inland home.
It’s good to see the pelicans effortlessly gliding just about the water’s surface, then redirect upward only to turn around to dive after unwilling prey below the surface.
It’s good to know that some days I will see a group of dolphins passing by on their hunt for food.
It’s good to know that the sea will probably show me many emotions on its face – those emotions varying from placid calm to raging anger.
It’s good to start the process of letting the sand jettison the old skin from the bottom of my feet. If the past is an indicator, by the end of the stay my feet will have a warm glow.
Let the exfoliating begin because I like walking the beach for it is good for the mind, body, and soul – and refreshing on my feet.