We’ve lived on the coast for four years now. Living most of my life in the midwest where the bodies of water consisted of lakes and rivers, I am entranced by the sea. One of the first things we did when we moved out here was to locate a few beaches and explore. We have a few favorites, but truly, there is something to love at all of them. They each of their own personality
Another thing we try to do,is to visit during the different seasons. The mellowness of fall is probably my favorite, but, then again, there’s nothing like the warmth of the sun in early summer at the start of beach season. To the kids, it doesn’t matter – they love them all. We live in the city, and trips to the beach make me long for a tiny cottage by the sea. It sounds so cliche – do all women dream of this? I can clearly envision picket fences and beach roses. Screen doors and lemonade. Rocking chairs and old quilts on weathered porches. The clean, summer smell of ivory soap and cotton pajamas on sleeping children. Dusk encroaching and the quiet murmur of evening conversations. Sweet dreams, indeed.
The taste of the salt in the air is like nothing else I have experienced. It envelopes you and seeps into your skin. It must be therapeutic for your body as well as your mind. Even when it’s cold, I shed my shoes and let the sand run through my toes.
by Marjorie Wilson
Sometimes we peep beneath the blinds
And through the window bars,
We see the dew like silver clouds:
We see the lighted stars.
And down among the sea-weed pools
Where little fishes hide,
Swift coming through the dark we hear
The footsteps of the tide.
We know, when night is tucked away,
To-morrow there will be
Across the flat and shining sand
The footprints of the sea.